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MRS.    P.    ANN  ETTA    PECKHAM 


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SAN  FRANCISCO  : 

AMANDA  M.  SLOCDM,  BOOK  AND  JOB  PRINTER, 
612  Clay  Street. 
1877. 


COPYRIGHT 

BY  MRS.   P.   ANN  ETTA  .PECKHAM, 
1877. 

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DEDICATION 


With  unfaltering  faith  in  the  universal  love  of  God,  whose  mercy 
to  His  children  "endureth  forever,"  I  most  lovingly  dedicate  "CUT 
TINGS"  to  the  memory  of  those  brave  Reformers,  who,  ignoring  per 
sonal  glory  and  regardless  of  the  emoluments  of  fame,  have  labored 
earnestly  for  the  promotion  of  truth  and  the  advancement  of  that 
which  pertains  to  the  interests  of  mankind. 

MRS.  P.  ANNETTA  PECKHAM. 

SAN  FRANCISCO,  December,  1877. 


CONTENTS. 


Destiny 5 

Memory 6 

Man 8 

Nature's  Offering 13 

Hope 14 

Envy 15 

Truth 17 

Nothing  But  Ashes 19 

Happiness  Defined    22 

Cast  Your  Bread  Upon  the  Waters 23 

Wine  is  a  Mocker .  .  25 

Our  Country  as  It  Was  and  Is 39 

Is  Man   Intrinsically  Evil  ? 47 

Harmony  of  Spirit  and  Matter 50 

Has   Revelation  Ceased  ? 54 

Art 62 

In  Memory  of  H.   C.   Kibbe 63 

Poem  Dedicated  to , 65 

Faithful.      Dedicated  to  67 

Press  Notices 69 


CUTTINGS. 


DESTINY. 

Destiny  is  a  spreading  out  on  the  canvas  of  time 
the  wonderful  conceptions  of  God's  purposes,  which 
have  been  inlaid  in  the  magnetic  cable  of  eternal 
thought,  to  be  separated  into  knots  and  skeins,  as 
warp  and  woof  on  the  reel  of  eternity,  and  from  thence 
to  be  woven  by  the  mystic  shuttle  of  Irresistible 
Will,  in  the  loom  of  Incomparable  Majesty  into  fault 
less  fabrics  with  which  to  clothe  the  perfection  of 
illimitable  works.  The  tapestry  of  mortal  life,  the 
adornments  of  earth  and  sky,  the  glory  of  angels,  the 
bliss  of  saints,  are  but  the  inimitable  patterns  of  the 
Almighty's  design,  transferred  to  the  objects  for  which 
they  were  designed.  The  developments  of  each  day, 
both  in  time  and  eternity,  are  but  the  results  of  the 
unfoldments  of  the  Almighty's  purpose,  liberated  from 
the  girdle  which  encompasses  Divine  will.  The  vari 
ous  manifestations  presented  for  human  observation, 
are  as  natural  a  sequence  as  the  cycle  of  changing  sea 
sons.  Time  is  the  mighty  power  which  unrolls  the 
coil  wherein  is  deposited  the  hidden  intents  of  the 
Lord.  The  people  who  are  yet  to  wralk  this  earth  ; 
the  statesmen  who  are  to  manipulate  the  affairs  of  na 
tions  yet  unborn  ;  the  orators,  poets  and  scholars  who 
are  to  electrify  human  intelligence  in  the  centuries 


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before,  she  links  the  canvas  of  mortality  to  that  of 
celestial  order,  and  weaves  the  fabric  of  time  and  that 
of  eternity  into  one  scroll,  while  she  follows  rapidly 
the  unfoldings  of  the  great  mystical  cable  of  eternity, 
as  God  unlooses  the  coils  from  the  hand  of  His  Im 
perial  Majesty,  giving  to  man  the  scope  of  the  past, 
present  and  future  as  a  field  for  his  explorations.  In 
this  "  house  of  many  mansions,''  its  treasures  shall 
forever  multiply,  imparting  to  translated  souls  a  restful 
labor  which  shall  yield  a  harvest  of  perpetual  joys,  and 
an  eternity  of  new  delights. 


MAX. 

From  the  circle  of  revolving  cycles  swung  out  into 
active  conscious  existence  by  the  pendulum  of  eternal 
thought,  came  forth  man  as  the  outgrowth  of  Divine 
wisdom  and  beneficence,  being  the  positive  creation  of 
Infinity,  brought  upon  the  arena  of  life  in  juxtaposition 
to  God,  having  received  his  spirit  fresh  from  the  breath 
of  the  Almighty,  bearing  the  Divine  impress  as  a  seal 
of  kinship,  and  an  heir  to  immortality;  he  raises 
above  the'  physical  of  his  being  a  superstructure 
lasting  as  is  eternity,  inwrought  with  the  embellish 
ments  of  a  crowned  intellectuality,  and  a  burnished 
spirituality  in  which  the  Godhead  is  typified;  he  is 
joined  to  Infinity  by  the  link  of  immortality,  and  is 
allied  to  God  by  reason  of  spiritual  assimilation,  and  a 
mental  capacity  for  unraveling  the  principles  in 
wrought  in  the  combination  of  elements  which  form  the 


unity  and  harmony  of  God's  mysterious  laws.  Grow 
ing  up  into  the  full  stature  of  manhood  by  the  unity 
of  his  spiritual  and  intellectual  nature,  he  untwists  the 
riddle  of  life  ;  by  the  application  of  his  soul  unto 
wisdom,  associated  with  his  intellectual  unfoldment  he 
wears  the  signet  of  the  Infinite  upon  his  brow,  and 
becomes  the  associate  of  the  purified,  and  with  them 
walks  in  the  light,  and  takes  sweet  counsel  of  God. 
He  discerns  the  tides  of  life,  and  so  gauges  its  streams 
by  healthful  exercise  and  proper  nutrition  as  to  pre 
serve  the  equilibrium  of  the  body  to  the  full  measure 
of  its  appointed  years.  By  judicious  discipline  and 
care  of  the  mental,  he  becomes  capable  of  traversing 
realms  of  thought  where  nought  but  elements  con 
taining  principles  of  Godhood  may  tarry.  By  his 
spiritual  clairaudient  susceptibility  he  catches  messages 
wafted  from  spirit-land,  giving  him  assurance  of  the 
life  which  is  to  come ;  and  he  triumphs  in  the  promises 
of  immortality  which  are  inscribed  within  the  volumes 
of  his  own  soul.  Unfolding  their  pages,  one  by  one,  he 
becomes  en  rapport  with  the  harmonies  of  God's 
earthly  temple,  and  there  holds  communings  with  ser- 
aphims  whose  harmonious  songs  reverberate  through 
earth  and  sky.  Wisdom  and  mercy  have  their  habi 
tations  in  this  purified  mansion ;  there  the  lamps  of 
God  are  ever  kept  burning,  rendering  the  otherwise 
night  of  the  soul  luminous  as  the  day.  The  flaming 
swords  of  purity  ever  guard  the  gates  of  that  structure, 
that  nothing  which  defiles  may  enter  therein.  Of  all 
created  earthly  intelligences,  man  is  the  only  one  with 
an  organization  compounded  of  such  parts  that,  being 
in  perfect  harmony  with  himself,  he  can  catch  the  in 
fluences  from  without,  and  determine  with  accuracy 


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the  nature  of  the  spiritual,  intellectual,  mental  and 
moral  condition  of  those  with  whom  he  comes  in  con 
tact,  becoming  in  fact  a  highly  sensitive  psychological 
scale,  to  enter  whose  presence  is  to  throw  off  the 
gossamer  web  which  conceals  the  human  character 
from  the  gaze  of  those  whose  only  province  it  is  to  see 
material  things  through  the  natural  vision. 

These  psychologic  gifts,  though  inherent  in  man, 
arc  less  frequently  brought  into  requisition  than  any 
other  element  in  his  nature,  although  being  of  the 
utmost  importance  to  guide  him  in  his  daily  transact 
ions  of  life,  yet  are  they  known  less  of  than  the  minor 
laws  which  pertain  to  the  sustenance  of  the  body  ; 
nor  will  they  have  their  full  unfoldment  in  man  until 
the  spiritual  and  intellectual  are  inthroned  as  umpire 
of  head  and  heart,  thus  forming  a  perfect,  harmonious 
trinity  of  soul,  body  and  intellect.  Man  thus  attuned 
has  the  windows  of  his  soul  opened,  and  light  comes 
streaming  in  upon  his  spiritual  vision,  direct  from  God, 
the  good  Father  of  all  intelligences;  permeating,  en 
riching  and  purifying  his  entire  nature,  so  that  he  is 
enabled  to  behold  spiritual  and  intellectual  beauties, 
and  trace  them  in  their  rich  unfoldments  as  readily  as 
he  does  the  charms  which  are  presented  to  his  outer  or 
bodily  vision.  Man  thus  illuminated  is  not  altogether 
the  subject  of  circumstances  :  he  works  out  the  de 
velopment  of  hi>  own  character,  having  first  put  him 
self  in  a  condition  by  which  the  good  Father  works 
through  him  to  do  His  good  pleasure.  Being  thus 
disciplined,  he  is  in  accord  with  God,  moving  in  spirit 
ual  harmony  to  the  Divine  will,  and  becomes  receptive 
to  the  teachings  of  angelic  agencies,  by  which  God 
ha>  ordained  to  bring  men  unto  Himself.  God  and 


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humanity  are  one  grand  body,  of  which  God  is  the 
heart  and  brain,  mankind  being  the  members.     Intelli 
gence  is  the  nerve-work  of  this  grand  structure,  and 
like  the  human  system,  that  which  affects  the  remotest 
part,  the  brain  instantly  takes  cognizance  of.     So  it  is, 
the   intelligence  of  "  a  sparrow  shall   not  fall  to  the 
ground  without  your  Father's  "  notice.     By  reason  of 
the  superiority  of  man's  intelligence,  he  is  lifted  to  an 
exalted  position  in  this  intellectual  mesh-work  of  nerve; 
and  whatever  affects  him,  be  he  Hindoo,  Mussulman, 
Pagan  or  Christian,  sends  a  thrill  to  the  responsive 
heart  of  the  universal  Father,  calling  attention  to  the 
child  He  has  created,  to  a  member  of  His  complex, 
yet  merciful  system.     Hence  it  is  that  the  thought  of 
man   triumphs  over  space,  and    his  soul-petitionings 
reach  the  ear  of  the  Almighty.     Man  walking  in  the 
dignity  of  his  intellectual,  spiritual  and  moral  strength, 
has  a  soul  affiliation  to  God,  and  is  in  communion  with 
Him  "  by  whom  and  through  whom  all  things  exist." 
Man  is  not  left  unto  himself  alone,  aided  only  by  sight 
and  reason.     The  good  Father  addresses  Himself  to 
day  to  the  understanding  of  man  through  the  spiritu 
ality   of   his   nature,  by  convoy  of  seen  and   unseen 
angels,  as  veritably  as  he  spake  to  Balaam  in  the  valley 
of  Pethor.     Numbers:  Chap.  22;  verses  22  to  35  in 
clusive.     And  His  mighty  love  to  man  is  none  the  less 
now,  than  when  He  opened  the  spiritual  eyes  of  the 
Prophet  that  he  might  see  "  the  angel   of  the  Lord 
standing  in  the  way.''     And  men  even  now  have  sore 
occasion  to  say  to  the  angel  as  did  Balaam  :  u  I  have 
sinned,  in  that  I  knew  not  that  thou  stoodest  in   the 
way  against  me."     "  The  mercy  of  the  Lord  endureth 
forever,"  and  "  His  hand  is  not  shortened  that  it  can 


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not  save,"  through  the  agencies  of  His  divine  appoint 
ing.  We  are  indebted  to  the  ministrations  of  angels 
for  the  wise  teachings  of  Paul.  Had  he  not,  by  the 
Spirit  of  Christ,  been  arrested  on  his  way  to  Damascus, 
and  his  soul  vision  opened,  would  he  not  have  con 
tinued  to  persecute  the  saints,  honestly  supposing  that 
he  was  doing  God's  service  ?  The  human  mind  is 
.spiritually  blind  until  God  touches  the  windows  of  the 
soul,  and  aids  reason  by  the  illuminating  influences  of 
His  own  divine  Spirit.  Let  not  man  frequent  the  hab 
itations  of  vice,  nor  walk  in  the  counsel  of  the  ungodly, 
if  he  would  have  it  possible  for  angels  to  minister  to 
his  spiritual  necessities.  Though  the  shackles  of 
bondage  were  to  fall  from  his  loosed  spirit,  and  the 
prison  gates  of  his  soul  were  all  unbarred,  and  his 
inner  life  made  radiant  with  divine  glory,  yet  the  fre 
quency  of  sin  shall  forge  chains  from  which  the  inter 
position  of  God's  mercy  shall  alone  be  able  to  wrest  the 
reimprisoned  spirit.  Of  all  the  mechanism  of  God's 
vast  creation,  there  is  nothing  so  sensitive  as  the  mag 
netic  touch  of  the  human  soul.  The  least  of  all  its 
tendrils, when  moved  upon  by  outward  influences,  sends 
a  reverberatory  thrill  to  the  minutest  part  of  its  deli 
cate  yet  indestructible  structure.  And  this  is  the  real 
man,  the  physical,  being  the  mere  outer  covering  of 
this  imperishable  edifice.  Every  being  who  lives  is 
hi.-,  or,  her  own  master  mechanic,  building  up  from  the 
xsoul  a  furnished  habitation, which  shall  survive  the 
\\a>tes  of  time,  and,  rising  above  the  dissolution  of  the 
mortal,  shall  rear  its  ethereal  temple  to  the  honor  of 
immortal  glory,  or  the  threatening  dangers  of  humili 
ation  and  despair. 


NATURE'S  OFFERING. 


Where  the  leaves  shall  talk  together, 
And  the  answering  waters  sigh, 

Where  all  nature  joins  the  choral, 
Tiny  insect,  buzzing  fly. 

Where  the  flowers  ope  their  petals, 
Looking  upward  to  the  sky, 

In  their  face  of  wondrous  beauty 
Offer  incense—  well  as  I. 

And  the  lowing  of  the  cattle 

Answering  to  the  call  amain, 

And  the  heifer  by  the  brooklet 
As  she  joins  in  the  refrain, 

In  her  neck  stretched  out  and  upward, 
In  her  meek  and  wistful  eye, 

Worship  God  in  every  impulse, 
Well  as  you,  oh!  saint,  or  I. 

Nature  all  joins  in  the  anthem, 

Sings  a  song  least  understood; 

There's  no  offering  half  so  ample 
As  the  wild  primeval  wood. 

Sings  she  in  her  leafy  branches, 

Sings  she  in  her  clustering  vines, 

Offers  worship  in  the  zephyrs, 

Whispering  through  majestic  pines. 

There  the  silver-luted  songsters 

Sing  their  vestal  hymns  of  praise, 


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And  their  worship  is  as  grateful 
As  the  Psalmist's  sweetest  lays. 

And  the  poor  unlettered  red-men 
Wandering  in  ancestral  wood, 

Have  communings  with  the  Father, 
With  the  spirit  of  all  good. 

In  the  innocence  of  childhood, 

In  the  unheard  breath  of  prayer, 

In  the  silent  tear  of  sorrow 

Dwells  the  Lord  God  even  there. 


HOPE. 

Like  the  roseate  hue  of  morning's  proudest  Aurora, 
Hope  paints  her  gilded  offering  on  the  panoply  of  the 
soul,  adorning  it  with  those  charms  and  graces  which 
render  life  an  ambrosial  bower,  whose  sweet  fragrance 
dispenses  its  generous  benefactions  on  all  who  come 
within  the  radius  of  its  sweet  perfume.  She  crowns 
the  mountain  tops  of  the  heart's  loftiest  aspirations, 
and  writes  upon  their  crests  with  the  pencil's  richest 
drapery  the  embellishments  of  her  fairest  promises. 
She  lights  up  the  world  with  the  halo  of  her  glory. 
To  the  lone  mariner  she  is  his  polar  star,  his  beacon 
light.  She  lights  up  the  darkness  of  the  dungeon 
and  gives  a  radiance  of  glory  in  the  gloom  of  despair. 
To  the  orphan  in  the  desolation  of  his  lonely  musings, 
she  is  his  companion  and  sweet  comforter..  To  the 
distressed  in  every  sphere  of  life,  she  is  the  panacea 


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for  all  their  sorrows,  and  a  balm  for  every  contrite 
spirit.  She  pierces  the  darkest  vaults  of  death,  clothes 
with  imperial  robes  of  trust  and  confidence  the  trem 
bling  soul  in  its  exit  to  the  unknown,  and  points  the 
departing  spirit  in  its  new  arena  of  life,  safe  to  the 
haven  of  triumphant  rest  in  the  bosom  of  its  God. 


ENVY. 

Unsavory  as  bitter  waters,  rayless  as  the  vaults  of 
the  tomb,  cold  as  the  Stygian  river:  such  is  the  soul, 
whose  radius  encircles  and  fosters  the  foul  spirit  of 
envy  or  revenge.  Hissing  serpents  crawl  within  its 
charnel-house — and  the  poison  of  the  Upas  issues  from 
its  tongue. 

Like  the  forked  lightning,  laden  with  the  missiles  of 
death,  it  strikes  at  its  unsuspecting  victim  in  the  day 
of  its  brightest  glory,  when  there  is  not  a  cloud  on  the 
canopy  of  the  soul  to  give  warning  of  its  approach. 
The  roll  of  thunder  carried  far  and  wide  on  the 
barbed  tongue  of  scandal,  is  the  chariot  of  its  armor 
bearer. 

From  the  fragrance  of  sweetest  flowers  it  culls  nox 
ious  vapors,  and  from  the  brightest  effulgence  proceed 
ing  from  the  luminous  orb  of  a  pure  spirit  and  a  bright 
intellectuality,  its  dwarfed  heart  only  feels  the  wither 
ing  blight  of  the  night-shade.  On  the  perfection  of 
beauty  it  reflects  its  own  hideousness.  From  nature's 
exhaustless  laboratory  of  fruit  and  flowers,  healing 
streams,  and  cooling  shades,  it  gathers  nought  but  bit- 


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tcr  herbs.  It  shakes  hands  only  with  darkness,  and 
fattens  in  the  valley  of  Death,  on  the  bleached  bones 
of  its  own  victims.  Its  garments  are  tattered  rags, 
torn  from  vestal  robes  with  which  to  cover  its  own 
hideousness,  and  it  reeks  with  the  slain  of  its  own  de- 
spoilation.  It  forced  its  way  into  Paradise,  and  witness 
ing  the  more  perfect  estate  of  God's  later  creation,  se 
duced  the  brain  of  Adam  by  the  fragile  form  of  the 
woman,  thus  reducing  the  generation  of  men  to  servi 
tude  all  the  days  of  their  life.  It  was  envy  which  stung 
the  ungenerous  heart  of  Cain  into  animosity  against 
his  more  favored  brother,  and  sent  the  stainless  soul  of 
Abel,  perched  on  an  angel's  wing,  into  Heaven.  The 
envy  of  Hainan  placed  himself  upon  the  gallows  which 
he  had  prepared  for  another,  murdered  ten  of  his  sons, 
and  slaughtered  seventy  and  seven  thousand  of  his  kin 
dred,  while  it  removed  the  sackcloth  and  ashes  from  the 
suppliant  form  of  his  intended  victim,  rescued  from  de 
struction  a  mighty  people,  and  clothing  Mordecai  in 
royal  apparel,  placed  him  next  unto  King  Ahasuerus. 
It  was  revenge  which  put  the  head  of  John  the  Bap 
tist  into  a  charger  and  gave  it  into  the  keeping  of  a 
strange  woman.  An  envy  as  base  as  that  which  released 
the  soul  of  the  first  martyr,  put  the  head  of  the  beau 
tiful  Mary,  Queen  of  Scots,  to  the  block,  while  sister 
angels  draped  in  spotless  robes,  bending  over  her 
quivering  form,  veiled  their  faces  in  sorrow  at  the  act 
which  sent  her  pure  spirit  to  the  throne  of  God. 

The  venerable  age  of  this  Heaven-abhorred  culprit, 
renders  not  its  crimes  less  pernicious  than  were  its 
atrocities  in  the  earlier  days  of  its  youth.  It  requires 
a  magnanimity  of  heart  equal  to  that  which  caused 
the  utterance  of  the  ever  memorable  words,  "  With 


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malice  toward  none  and  charity  for  all,"  to  look  with 
commiseration  on  those  who  are  addicted  to  the  indul 
gence  of  its  malign  influence.  To  enable  humanity 
to  excuse  the  crime  of  this  offence,  an  individual  must 
be  possessed  of  a  spirit  of  generosity  and  long  for 
bearance,  like  unto  that  which  indited  the  incompara 
ble  prayer,  uttered  in  the  dying  throes  of  the  Crucified, 
"  Father,  forgive  them,  they  know  not  what  they  do," 
and  to  give  expression  to  that  other  prayer :  "  Forgive 
us  our  trespasses  as  we  forgive  them  who  trespass 
against  us";  and  not  to  have  the  answering  of  the  peti 
tion  bring  maledictions  on  the  suppliant's  head,  one 
must  possess  a  spirit  of  forgiveness  like  unto  that  of  a 
God. 


TRUTH. 

"  Clear  as  the  sun,  fair  as  the  moon,  and  terrible  as 
an  army  with  banners,"  such  in  epitome  is  Truth  (the 
Queen  of  Heaven).  In  her  fair  form  is  embodied  all  the 
charms  with  which  the  Great  Artificer  has  decorated 
His  mighty  universe.  In  her  divine  presence  the 
graces  of  the  Pleiades  would  pale  in  their  spotless 
lustre  ;  and  in  their  translation  to  Heaven  find  a  rival 
far  excelling  in  beauty,  form,  and  grace,  anything  which 
their  loftiest  imagination  could  picture,  or  the  brush  of 
an  Archangel  could  paint.  She  dwells  in  the  humble 
dew-drop,  and  trails  her  spotless  robe  uncontaminated 
alike  through  vast  prairies  of  sweet-scented  flowers,  o'er 
the  hazy  dome  of  Heaven's  faultless  arch,  and  through 
the  slime,  scum,  and  purlieus  of  sjjiJafisgtted  cities. 


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In  the  magnitude  of  her  proportions  she  environs  the 
infinity  of  space. 

She  rides  upon  the  winged  lightning,  and  makes  her 
chariot  the  Universe.  Her  voice  is  heard  alike  in  the 
sublime  and  awe-inspiring  roar  of  Heaven's  artillery, 
and  in  the  musical  flow  of  Ocean's  inimitable  cadences. 
She  speaks  her  mute  language  from  stony  cliffs,  from 
arid  wastes,  from  ocean's  depths,  and  heaven's  eternal 
dome.  Her  standard-bearer  is  the  law  of  infinity, 
written  alike  upon  the  tiniest  insect  upon  which  our 
unconscious  tread  crushes  out  its  meagre  functions  of 
life,  as  upon  the  incomparable  bow  of  Jehovah's  prom 
ise  suspended  in  the  air. 

With  the  index  finger  of  Nature's  indisputable  law, 
she  points  to  her  fair  proportions,  gracing  the  traversed 
and  untraversed  vaults  of  the  eternal  blue. 

She  descends  into  the  depth  of  ocean,  and  paints 
her  roseate  hue,  such  as  a  god  might  envy,  upon  coral 
reefs,  and  upon  the  sea's  closeted  offerings.  On  Shas- 
ta's  towering  height,  as  upon  each  trembling  blade  of 
grass,  she  has  affixed  her  signet ;  and,  crowning  all  the 
mysterious  mechanism  of  humanity,  is  the  central 
pivot  upon  which  she  has  placed  her  greatest  glory, 
and  endowed  it  with  her  richest  beneficent  gifts.  She 
was  the  light  that  went  forth  at  the  fiat  of  Jehovah  in 
creation's  early  dawn,  and  her  radiance  illuminates 
wherever  God  has  spoke  creation  into  life.  She  is 
kind,  though  imperative  ;  generous,  yet  unforgiving. 
In  her  there  is  no  "variableness,  neither  shadow  of 
turning.''  Compensation  is  her  just  award.  "  In  the 
day  that  thou  eatest  thereof,  thou  shalt  surely  die,"  was 
the  irrevocable  fiat  that  went  forth  to  those  who  should 
break  her  immutable  laws. 


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Her  symmetrical  form  encompasses  the  boundaries 
of  time,  and  is  the  panoply  that  infolds  Jehovah,  and 
the  magnitude  of  His  incomparable  works.  At  her 
behest  the  tides  obey,  and  revolving  worlds,  like  mar 
shaled  hosts,  in  the  endless  rounds  of  their  circuitous 
journey,  obey  her  mandates ;  while  the  Infinite  is  the 
fountain-head  from  whence  issues  all  her  divergent 
streams. 


NOTHING  BUT  ASHES. 

Nothing  but  ashes  ! 

The  roses  decay — • 
Their  beautiful  bloom 

Soon  fades  away 
And  leaves 
Nothing  but  ashes. 

Nothing  but  ashes ! 

Oh  !  memory,  how  sweet 
It's  mystical  charms 

Is  laid  at  our  feet 

And  yields 
Nothing  but  ashes. 

Nothing  but  ashes  ! 

And  is  there  no  rest 
For  wearisome  care 

Which  rankles  the  breast, 

And  leaves 
Nothing  but  ashes  ? 


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Nothing  but  ashes 

For  hopes  and  for  fears, 
For  joys  and  sorrows 

Which  make  up  our  years, 

Is  there 
Nothing  but  ashes  ? 

Nothing  but  ashes 
On  which  to  recline  ? 

For  famishing  hearts 
And  souls  that  repine, 
Is  there 

Nothing  but  ashes  ? 

Nothing  but  ashes 

For  prodigal  son  ? 
Or  Magdalen's  heart, 

Which  anguish  has  wrung, 

Is  there 
Nothing  but  ashes  ? 

Nothing  but  ashes ! 

Has  memory's  chain 
No  link  which  exists 

Beyond  this  refrain? 

Is  life 
Nothing  but  ashes  ? 

Nothing  but  ashes 

On  which  to  bridge  o'er 
The  dark  flowing  strand 

To  Eternity's  shore  ? 

Is  there 
Nothing  but  ashes  ? 


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Nothing  but  ashes ! 

Life's  roseate  hue 
Fades  on  the  lips — 

Is  subtle  as  dew, 
And  leaves 
Nothing  but  ashes. 

Nothing  but  ashes  ! 

And  is  there  no  charm 
Which  shall  the  dark  tomb 

Of  terror  disarm  ? 

Is  there 
Nothing  save  ashes  ? 

Nothing  but  ashes ! 

The  Crown  and  the  Cross 
Shall  these  be  accounted 

As  idle  as  dross, 
Which  yield 
Nothing  but  ashes  ? 

Nothing  but  ashes  ? 

Yes  !  Infinite  love — 
A  Father's  compassion — 

Which  flows  from  above, 

Will  yield 
Something  save  ashes. 


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HAPPINESS  DEFINED, 

Should  I  take  the  wings  of  the  morning,  circuiting 
the  uttermost  parts  of  the  earth ;  should  I  traverse  the 
boundaries  of  time,  or  delve  into  the  secret  chambers 
of  Infinity;  should  I  hold  converse  with  the  gods,  and 
chant  with  the  choirs  of  the  Seraphims,  still  in  none  of 
these  may  I  find  the  priceless  gem  for  which  the  heart 
ever  pants,  and  for  which  millions,  now  consigned  back 
to  the  bosom  of  earth,  lie  vanquished  in  their  pursuit 
after  the  priceless  boon.  Nor  yet,  with  all  life's  busy 
throng,  replete  with  its  budding  hope,  and  fragrant 
with  the  incense  of  the  soul's  loftiest  inspirations,  nor 
yet  perched  upon  the  giddy  pinnacle  of  fame,  ablaze 
with  the  world's  homage,  shall  this  jewel  of  greatest 
price  be  found.  So  great  its  virtues,  so  rare  the  gem, 
that  but  few  are  ever  able  to  wear  it  emblazoned  upon 
the  shield  of  the  soul.  And  yet  its  possibilities  are 
within  the  reach  of  nearly  the  entire  human  family. 
Would  you  possess  this  treasure  of  rarest  price  :  go 
down  into  the  inner  temple  of  the  soul — into  the  "  holy 
of  holies  "  of  man's  nature,  and  set  that  inner  sanctu 
ary  fully  in  order,  as  did  the  Master  drive  out  the 
money  changers,  and  everything  which  believeth  and 
maketh  a  lie;  and  there  in  that  inner  temple,  in  its  holi 
est  sanctuary,  may  this  rarest  gem  be  found — a  free 
gift  fresh  from  the  hand  of  a  beneficent  Father,  sitting 
there  as  umpire  over  head  and  heart,  dispensing  bless 
ings  which  crowned  heads  might  envy,  and  at  which, 
in  rapt  admiration,  angels  might  wonder  and  adore.  In 
the  harmony  of  our  own  nature  is  to  be  found  this 
priceless  boon  (happiness).  Its  growth  is  eternal,  its 


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storehouse  exhaustless,  its  resources  wide  as  the  uni 
verse.  'Tis  the  river  of  life,  which  flows  in  healing 
streams  through  the  city  of  humanity's  soul,  making 
glad  all  who  lave  in  its  placid  waters. 


Cast  Your  Bread  Upon  the  Waters, 

Cast  your  bread  upon  the  waters, 

They  are  winding  to  the  sea, 
And  with  human  souls  are  freighted — 

Destined  for  eternity. 

Cast  your  bread  upon  the  waters — 

Sow  your  costly  richest  grain, 
In  the  soul's  eternal  store-house 

'Twill  be  gathered  up  again. 

Cast  your  bread  upon  the  waters, 
Dry  the  tear  from  childhood's  eye, 

Speak  a  gentle  word  of  comfort 
To  the  beggar  passing  by. 

Cast  your  bread  upon  the  waters, 
Hear  the  outcast's  awful  moan, 

.Down  into  their  depths  of  sorrow- 
Let  your  love  be  freely  sown. 

Benisons  of  souls  in  anguish 

Shall  ascend  to  Heaven's  high  dome, 

When  the  "  Master  "  says  Come  higher, 
They'll  be  written  on  His  Throne. 


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Oh,  the  bread  shall  all  be  gathered, 
For  there's  not  so  barren  ground 

But  that  if  the  seed  be  planted, 
There  shall  be  a  harvest  found. 

To  the  widow  and  the  orphan 
Wheresoe'er  distress  is  known, 

Be  it  in  the  gilded  palace — 

On  the  wayside  or  the  Throne — 

Be  it  clothed  in  purple  vestments, 

Or  in  rags,  'tis  all  the  same, 
Every  word  that  giveth  comfort 

Is  the  bread  and  golden  grain. 

And  the  spikenard  and  the  ointment 
Which  to  use  were  thought  not  meet, 

They  were  far  less  costly  offerings 

Than  the  tears  which  washed  His  feet. 

And  the  widow  with  her  offering, 
Though  it  be  an  humble  mite, 

It  shall  be  of  greater  value 
Than  the  sacerdotal  rite. 

And  the  man  who  loves  his  neighbor, 

Be  he  e'er  so  rich  or  poor, 
He  shall  surely  find  acceptance 

As  a  good  and  faithful  doer. 

And  the  Book  wherein  is  judgment 
Which  the  final  die  shall  cast — 

That  shall  gauge  our  Hell  or  Heaven 
Will  be  the  retrospective  past. 

Each  one's  soul  shall  be  the  angel 
That  records  the  deeds  they've  done, 


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And  so  legible  be  written, 

They  shall  live  when  fades  the  sun 

Yes,  the  Book  of  Life  shall  open — 
It  shall  be  the  living  soul, 

And  each  page  whereon  is  written, 
Will  be  a  true  and  faithful  scroll. 

Mountains  then  shall  fail  to  hide  us, 
Subterfuge  to  fitly  screen, 

Honest,  earnest  soul-endeavor 
Alone  can  wash  the  spirit  clean. 


WINE  IS  A  MOCKEK. 

In  the  cup  of  subtle  pleasure  a  thousand  furies  kin 
dle  the  altar  of  their  sacrifices  on  the  burning  elements 
of  the  soul's  discomfiture,  and,  with  the  cunning  sa 
gacity  of  a  vulture,  swoop  down  into  the  sanctuary  of 
man's  strongest  citadel,  stealing  away  the  proudest 
emporium  of  his  manhood,  leaving  but  the  wreck  of  a 
desolated  temple  on  which  God  had  put  the  signet  of 
his  approbation.  So  inductive  are  its  machinations 
that  the  wisdom  of  the  sage  has  been  pronounced 
against  looking  upon,  touching,  or  tasting  the  seduc 
tive  thing. 

At  the  marriage  feast,  where  holiest  vows  are 
pledged,  it  associates  itself  in  the  convivialities  of  the 
occasion,  concealing  in  its  fruits  of  pleasure  a  ter 
rible  holocaust  that  may  eventually  consume  upon  its 
altar  all  the  promised  hopes  and  brightest  prospects  of 


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this  new  elysium.  In  the  halls  of  state  it  presents  its 
fascinations,  kindling  the  eye  and  firing  the  brain  with 
a  new  enthusiasm,  as  eloquent  and  grand  in  its  effect 
as  it  is  subtle  to  destroy. 

The  first  cup  which  bedews  the  lip  with  its  nectar 
may  be  the  cloud  whose  magnitude  shall  assume  pro 
portions  as  vast  as  the  area  of  one's  mortal  existence. 
Yea,  it  may  bridge  over  into  the  hereafter,  requiring 
the  majesty  of  the  Infinite  to  bid  its  hideousness  de 
part  into  everlasting  darkness,  leaving  to  be  mourned 
by  angels  the  wreck  of  its  machinations.  Fair 
woman,  the  right  hand  and  queenly  support  of  man, 
with  the  sublimity  of  her  exalted  and  symmetrical  na 
ture,  bearing  the  ancient  royal  high  crown  of  chief 
workmanship  of  Jehovah,  has  been  assailed  in  all  the 
purity  and  strength  of  her  God-like  being  by  this  insid 
ious  foe ;  and,  like  withered  leaves,  has  fallen  from  the 
places  sheonce  graced  and  glorified,  to  join  the  lament 
able  ranks  of  the  riotous  caravan  which  move  in  the 
wake  of  the  still.  The  faces  that  once  rejoiced  at  her 
coming,  blanch  with  fear  at  her  approach,  and  the 
places  that  once  knew  her,  know  her  no  more  forever. 
The  child,  sweet  plight  of  love,  who  fondled  in  her 
caress,  and  carolled  its  glee  upon  her  bosom,  shudders 
at  her  name.  The  fond  husband,  who  doted  upon  a 
trusting,  loving  wife,  laments  her  in  the  desolation  of 
her  glory,  in  the  despoilation  of  wife  and  mother.  Oh, 
sisters,  daughters,  wives  and  mothers,  that  cup  of 
sparkling  Burgundy,  the  exhilerating  champagne,  has 
in  it  a  fiend  more  deadly  than  the  effects  of  the  Upas! 
It  contains  in  it  vials  of  wrath  as  terrible  as  the  seven 
seals. 

From  out  of  it  shall  issue  scorpions  that  shall  sting 


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with  terror  the  immortal  spirit.  It  is  the  foe,  than 
which  there  is  none  other  so  much  to  be  dreaded,  so 
carefully  to  be  shunned.  No  pool  of  Siloam  can 
cleanse  its  leprous  spots  ;  no  healing  stream  can  wash 
its  record  clear ;  no  Christ  can  be  its  propitiator ; 
Heaven  has  set  its  fiat  against  it,  and  the  curse  of  the 
Infinite  consigns  it  to  outer  darkness.  It  is  a  foe,  the 
stench  of  whose  crime  reaches  unto  Heaven.  It  assails 
the  souls  whom  God  has  created.  It  is  the  despoiler 
of  all  that  is  emblematic  of  truth,  wisdom,  purity, 
excellence  and  love.  It  tears  man  down  with  its 
pinched  fingers  of  death,  from  his  high  estate  of  son- 
ship  to  God  ;  reduces  him  to  squalid  spiritual,  intellect 
ual  and  moral  beggary ;  transforms  the  proud,  kingly 
elements  of  his  manhood  beneath  the  degradation  of 
the  swine,  and  in  loathsomeness  renders  him  more 
disgusting  than  the  serpent  which  God  consigned  to 
crawl  on  his  belly  all  the  days  of  its  life.  Of  all  fiends 
it  is  the  arch  one,  that  goes  to-day  "  up  and  down  the 
earth  seeking  whom  it  may  devour,"  and  in  the  subtle 
ness  of  its  deceit  assails  the  sanctuaries  of  Heaven, 
and  would  wrest  from  the  very  treasury  of  Jehovah 
the  costliest  gems  created  to  emblazon  His  coronet. 
For  its  despoilation  what  has  it  to  offer  ?  Naught  but 
room  for  another  victim.  The  insatiable  maw  of  its 
foul  desires  are  ever  crying,  Give !  give !  And  there 
comes  from  yonder  tombless  mound  a  warning,  mute- 
less  voice,  "  Beware  of  the  wine  when  it  giveth  its  color 
in  the  cup."  From  the  culprit  trembling  'neath  the 
halter  which  is  to  send  his  soul  unbidden  into  the 
presence  of  its  Creator,  there  to  answer  for  a  crime 
perpetrated  under  the  bewildering  influence  of  this 
matchless  fiend  ;  from  the  vacant  seats  of  legislative 


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halls,  where  once  was  heard  the  silver  rhythm  of  the 
voice  of  oratory  that  thrilled  with  admiration  and 
awe  the  enrapped  listener  with  its  inimitable  flow  of 
musical  cadences ;  from  the  bar,  the  absence  of  the 
dead  counsellor,  whose  pleadings  caused  the  stalwart 
frame,  and  stoutest  heart  to  tremble,  and  wet  the 
bronzed  cheek  with  tears  from  eyes  long  unaccustomed 
to  weep — all  these  send  forth  in  speechless  eloquence, 
Lo !  how  are  the  mighty  fallen  by  the  bewitching 
allurements  lying  latent  in  the  fascinations  of  the 
wine-cup.  Who  shall  answer  before  that  God  who 
judges  impartially,  for  the  debauchery  of  the  midnight 
carousal  ?  Or  who,  in  the  final  summing  up  of  the 
trial  which  shall  adjudge  the  acts  of  each  one's  life, 
shall  be  held  responsible  for  the  crimes  which  bereave 
innocent  ones  of  their  natural  protectors  ? 

It  may  be  she  who  is  the  proudest  ornament  of  prince 
ly  palaces,  and  the  devotee  of  fashionable  sociabilities  of 
the  most  cultured  and  refined  of  modern  society,  whose 
bejeweled  hand  unwittingly  proffers  to  him  who  is  to  be 
the  future  guardian  of  her  happiness  in  the  glass  of 
sparkling  champagne  the  insipient  elements  from  out 
which  shall  issue  the  fell  destroyer  that  shall  blight 
with  a  deadly  blast  all  their  prospects  on  the  voyage  of 
life  so  auspiciously  begun,  and  bring  them  both  down 
to  the  sorrows  of  an  untimely  and  dishonored  grave ; 
leaving  no  memories  behind  them,  save  those,  the  rec 
ollection  of  which  shall  cause  the  flushed  cheek  of 
friends  to  tingle  with  sorrow  and  shame.  Perhaps  the 
doting  mother,  who  offers  to  her  son  of  yet  infant 
years  sips  from  out  her  cup  of  toddy,  may  stand  before 
God  as  the  condemned  culprit,  responsible  for  the 
blackening  crimes  her  debauched  son  has  perpetrated 


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under  the  influence  of  liquor,  the  uncontrollable  appe 
tite  having  been  acquired  and  fostered  by  the  indulg 
ence  of  a  loving  and  unsuspecting  mother.  The  ig 
norance  with  which  the  seeds  of  a  holocaust  are  sown, 
renders  not  the  fire  less  destructive. 

No  longer  is  the  sin  of  ignorance  winked  at,  and  its 
dreadful  effects  are  mowing  down  with  a  remorseless 
swath,  the  most  promising  and  brilliant  of  our  land. 

The  gospel  of  an  enlightened,  orthodox,  temperance 
salvation,  is  as  vastly  needed  to-day  in  the  church  as 
its  effects  are  wanted  outside  the  pale  of  its  sanctuary  ; 
and  if  a  Redeemer  should  be  sent  to  this  world  from 
the  distant  vaults  of  Heaven,  methinks  his  beneficent 
mission  would  be  to  promulgate  the  salutary  gospel 
of  total  abstinence.  So  glaring  have  become  the 
crimes  induced  by  the  use  of  alcholic  drinks,  so  ag 
gressive  is  its  warfare  against  the  best  good  and  morals 
of  society,  so  insidious  in  its  effects  upon  the  intel 
lectual,  moral,  spiritual  and  physical  being  of  those 
who  indulge  in  its  use,  that  an  illuminated  pronuncia- 
mento  against  it  should  be  inscribed  on  the  lintels  of 
the  doors  and  windows  of  the  residences  of  all  order- 
loving  citizens. 

On  the  chancel  of  churches,  side  by  side  with  "  Holi 
ness  to  the  Lord,"  should  be  inscribed  in  golden  char 
acters,  "  Wine  is  a  mocker,  strong  drink  is  raging,  and 
whosoever  is  deceived  thereby  is  not  wise."  At  the 
entrance  of  every  avenue  of  the  heart,  crowning  each 
page  of  the  affectional  nature,  and  on  each  lintel  of 
the  chambers  of  the  soul,  should  be  suspended  a 
flaming  sword,  forever  to  wage  a  holy  warfare  against 
the  improper  and  unholy  use  of  this,  the  most  de 
structive  element  that  now  thrusts  itself  ^broadcast 

BRA/ 

OF  TMB 

UNIVERSITY 


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upon  our  land.  The  curse  of  intemperance  seems  to 
me  like  the  forbidden  fruit,  of  which  in  the  day  that 
one  partakes  they  shall  surely  die,  save  only  as  God,  by 
His  divine  interposition,  may  in  mercy  wrest  them 
from  the  grasp  of  this  fatal  adversary  of  both  body 
and  soul.  At  the  wicket  gate,where  King  Alcohol  gains 
admission  to  set  up  his  demoniacal  kingdom  in  God's 
earthly  temple,  I  would  station  in  active  force,  fully 
armed  and  equipped,  all  the  battalions  of  the  will  power, 
which  with  the  aid  of  Almighty  God  are  able  to  with 
stand  any  foe  from  without.  The  active  use  of  each  fac 
ulty  of  the  will  to  resist  temptation  of  any  kind  increases 
its  objective  force  a  hundred  fold.  The  effect  of  in 
temperance  is  to  cast  both  soul  and  body  into  everlast 
ing  fires,  such  as  are  only  fitted  for  the  devil  and  his 
angels  ;  and  to  this  declaration  what  man  or  woman, 
who  has  felt  its  flames  kindling  stomach,  brain  and  soul 
with  its  consuming  fires,  would  not  give  his  or  her 
hearty  attestation  ?  To  lull  the  insatiable  demands 
which  the  fires  of  liquor  kindle,  the  poor,  helpless  vic 
tim  cries,  "  I  must  have  rum !  give  me  rum !  "  each 
draught  of  which  adds  a  new  invoice  of  devils  to  the 
legion  already  rending  his  poor,  distressed  physical  and 
spiritual  shipwrecked  soul  and  body.  What  has  King 
Alcohol  to  offer  in  compensation  for  this  sacrifice  to 
the  dignity  and  nobility  of  manhood  ?  And  what  does 
he  offer  to  woman  in  recompense  for  her  fall,  and  her 
worship  at  his  shrine  ?  What  Satan  offered  to  Christ, 
if  he  would  fall  down  and  worship  him — all  the  king 
doms  of  the  earth?  By  no  means.  This  casked-up, 
bottled  and  labelled  modern  Satan,  for  worship  and 
kinship  to  him,  offers:  First — Dethronement  of  man 
hood,  alienship  from  God;  and,  as  a  rule,  robs  of  earthly 


treasure,  clothes  the  soul  with  horror  and  dismay,  and 
leaves  his  victim,  in  the  misery  of  his  despair,  to  call 
wildly  but  fruitlessly  upon  the  rocks  and  mountains  of 
forgetfulness,  to  hide  him  from  the  presence  of  the 
condemning  judge  of  an  outraged  conscience,  from  the 
maledictions  of  which  there  is  no  escape.  The  de 
moniacal,  consuming  fiend  has  taken  up  his  habitation 
in  the  soul,  his  deadly  fangs  have  pierced  the  spirit, 
and  when  his  victim  would  escape  him,  he  thrusts  him 
down  and  rends  him — the  power  of  the  Omnipotent 
alone  being  able  to  put  forth  an  arm,  all-powerful,  to 
save.  For  a  healthy  body,  costly  garments,  and  a 
goodly  habitation,  he  compensates  by  ingrafting  the 
system  with  the  germs  of  disease,  which  shall  only  die 
out  of  the  being  with  the  dissolution  of  the  mortal 
frame — not  until  it  shall  have  been  resolved  back  to 
earth,  and  have  received  her  purifying  process  shall 
there  be  exterminated  from  it  the  marks  and  effects  of 
this  unmitigated,  unrelenting  destroyer.  In  exchange 
for  purple  and  satin,  he  clothes  his  devotee  with  rags, 
if  so  be  he  even  leaves  rags  with  which  to  clothe.  For 
comfortable  habitations,  he  turns  out  his  bloated  and 
disfigured  subject  to  lie  down  with  the  swine  (the  com 
panions  with  which  his  majesty,  in  a  more  ancient 
time,  took  his  bath  in  the  .sea).  Would  to  God  he  had 
not  resurrected  himself  from  the  ocean's  briny  depths. 
Possibly,  upon  the  drowning  of  the  swine,  he  took  up 
squatter  sovereignty  in  the  whales,  and  they,  preferring 
to  maintain  their  own  individual  sovereignty,  spewed 
him  out,  like  his  predecessor,  upon  dry  land,  to  inflict 
a  double  curse  upon  humanity,  for  the  short  immunity 
they  had  received  from  his  satanic  kingship. 

The  victim  of  alcohol  becomes  prodigal  of  all  that 


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is  endearing  in  life,  or  of  good  repute.  The  affections 
of  wife,  the  love  of  children,  the  prayers  of  parents, 
the  tears  of  once  idolized  sisters,  to  him  are  as  "  sound 
ing  brass  and  tinkling  cymbals."  Yea,  the  lessons  of 
Calvary,  its  crown  of  thorns,  the  bleeding  side  of  the 
Crucified,  the  bitter  groans  and  sweat  in  the  garden, 
the  midnight  prayers  in  Gethsemane,  and  the  last 
prayer  of  the  self-sacrificing,  anointed  One,  ("  Father, 
forgive  them,  they  know  not  what  they  do  ")  to  them 
who  tarry  long  at  the  wine,  are  as  "  pearls  cast  before 
swine." 

For  mechanical  purposes  and  as  a  medicine,  spirit 
uous  liquors  have  their  righteous  and  proper  uses. 
So  have  the  deadly  night-shade,  arsenic  and  strychnine, 
to  cure  diseases  as  fatal  as  themselves  could  inflict. 
But  pray,  what  modern  belle  of  society  would  think 
for  a  moment  of  offering  to  her  sweetheart  a  decoction 
of  strychnine,  to  enliven  his  spirits  for  an  evening's 
entertainment?  Or  what  judicious  mother  would 
venture  to  give  to  her  daughter  a  dose  of  arsenic,  to 
improve  her  complexion  and  give  brilliancy  to  the 
eyes  ?  Or  who  would,  on  New  Year's  day,  present  to 
their  guests  a  libation  of  opium  or  of  night-shade? 
That  might  be  done  if  there  were  no  law  against  it, 
and  the  host  did  not  desire  to  receive  his  guest  on  the 
return  of  the  next  festive  occasion.  Yet  these  are  not 
more  dire  in  their  effects  than  the  glass  of  wine  with 
which  fond  mothers  permit  their  children  to  toy.  The 
former  speedily  kills,  and  throws  the  pall  of  death  over 
its  victim  ere  it  degrades.  The  latter  leads  on  by  a 
thousand  snares  to  inevitable  ruin  and  disgrace.  Says 
the  Rev.  Newman  Hall,  of  New  York,  a  gentleman  of 
high  social  standing,  marked  ability,  scholastic  man- 


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ners   and   acquirements :  "  The   Church   of  England 
within  the  last  three  years  has  lost  in  membership  by 
drunkenness  thirty  thousand."     With  this  fact  staring 
the  clergy  in  the  face,  the  church  sanctions  the  use  of 
the  first  rounds  in  the  ladder  to  drunkenness  by  prof 
fering  fermented  wine  to  the  lips  of  the  communicant  in 
memory  of  the  spilt  blood  of  Christ.     There  should 
be  an  act  of  Legislature  in  each  State  requiring  manu 
facturers  and  dealers  to  label  their  casks,  flasks,  demi 
johns  and  bottles  of  champagne,  whisky  and  brandy, 
as  are  other  less  destructive  articles  of  merchandise, 
with  the  word  "  Poison,  "  in  legible  characters.     The  lo 
cal  authorities  protect  the  public  against  the  contagious 
disease  of  the  leper.     The  infectious  disease  of  small 
pox  is  regarded  of  sufficient  moment  to  be  brought 
under  the  jurisprudence  of  municipal  authority;  while 
the  contagion  with  which  spirituous  liquors  is  sweep 
ing  down  with  a  mighty  swath  of  death  thousands 
yearly  to  an  untimely  and  dishonored  grave,  is  rocked 
with  safety  in  its  infectious  cradle  by  the  silence  of 
executive  authority.     The  devastating  influence  with 
which   alcohol  is  sweeping  like  a   mighty  holocaust 
over  this  fair  land,  the  debauchery  and  drunkenness 
of  young  men  in  the  various  grades  of  society,  is  at 
tributable  in  a  great  measure  to  the  license  that  ladies 
give  to  its  abominable  use  as  a  beverage.     Adam  was 
an  ungallant  bridegroom,  but  I  have  no  doubt  he  had 
occasion,  as  have  modern  husbands,  to  stand  unveiled 
in  the  presence  of  their  God  and  say,  "  The  woman  that 
thou  gavest  me,  she  tempted  me.'7     I  doubt  not  Eve, 
like  her  more  modern  sisters,  was  comely,  and  there 
was  some  excuse  then  as  now   for  Adam's  shirking 
responsibility.     How  many  wine-bibbers  would  there 


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be  to-day  if  ladies  would  invariably  ignore  its  use,  and 
refuse  to  receive  the  attentions  of  those  who  should 
quaff  its  nectar?  Why,  it  would  not  be  one  year 
before  grog-shops  would  all  be  closed,  and  drinking 
would  be  as  unpopular  and  less  common  than  em 
ployees  making  appropriations  for  their  own  use,  from 
the  Government's  till.  Barley,  wheat  and  corn  would 
find  their  uses  in  bread,  and  the  product  of  the  vine 
would  be  appropriated  to  its  proper  use.  The  moral 
influence  that  ladies  could  exert  in  staying  the  tidal 
wave  of  drunkenness  that  is  sweeping  back  to  the 
ocean  of  death  the  brightest  hopes  of  this  promising 
land,  would  be  far  more  powerful  to  save  than  is  the 
allied  power  of  alcohol  to  destroy.  Even  were  its  force 
quadrupled  an  hundred  fold,  it  would  then  fall  power 
less  before  the  irresistible  influence  of  woman.  The 
husband,  father,  brother  or  lover,  though  they  may  be 
valiant  in  battle,  and  of  heart  impervious  to  fear,  yet 
of  all  creatures  which  God  has  created  they  are  the 
weakest,  when  the  battle  is  waged  against  the  loving 
affections  of  the  woman  whom  they  adore.  They  are 
led  by  her,  yield  to  her  and  obey  her  loving  mandates. 
The  only  fortifications  that  guard  the  domestic  circle 
and  render  it  secure,  are  the  bulwarks  of  love,  and  its 
ramparts  are  the  welcoming  smile,  the  cheering  word, 
kindly  attentions  and  the  tender  caress.  Ladies,  these 
are  the  weapons  with  which  God  your  Father  has 
panoplied  your  soul  and  walled  you  round.  They  are 
the  flaming  swords  which  are  to  keep  out  from  your 
earthly  elysium  discord  and  drunkenness,  with  the 
gloomy  train  of  its  horrid  consequences.  These 
womanly  graces  and  tributes  of  love  are  the  anathemas 
before  whose  divine  presence  the  evil  spirit  embodied 


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in  alcohol,  will  coweringly  hide  away  mto  the  shades 
of  forgetfulness,  leaving  you  in  full  possession  of  the 
mansion  of  love  of  which  its  owner  had  accounted 
you  its  worthy  occupant.  In  arraigning  the  culprit 
(drunkenness)  for  trial  before  the  tribunal  of  an  im 
partial  judgment,  while  we  do  not  altogether  exonerate 
the  felon,  still  we  charge  in  a  great  measure  the  re 
sponsibility  of  the  crime  upon  the  indifference  with 
which  ladies  regard  the  foul  offense  which  steals  upon 
its  victim  while  he  is  yet  unaware.  In  the  economy 
with  which  God  has  provided  for  the  government  of 
mankind,  He  has  so  ordained  that  the  stronger 
should  be  sustained,  influenced,  governed  and  con 
trolled  by  the  weaker.  Woman,  by  the  delicacy  of 
her  persuasion,  by  her  example  and  affectional  nature, 
has  from  the  beginning  of  time  been  the  emperor  of 
man.  While  he  courts  her  favor,  he  bows  at  her  man 
dates,  and  becomes  her  willing,  unconscious  slave. 
She  rules  his  heart,  sways  his  judgment  and  controls 
his  actions,  in  the  savage  as  well  as  in  the  civilized 
breast.  In  the  fiery  heat  of  his  passion  she  looks  up 
on  him,  and  the  hand  raised  in  wrath  to  slay  falls 
powerless  at  his  side.  As  examples  of  these  facts,  I 
quote  the  name  of  the  Queen  of  the  North  American 
Indians,  Pocahontas,  and  the  unlettered  girl  of  France, 
Joan  of  Arc. 

Where  is  the  stalwart  heart  so  stout 

But  that  to  woman  bows  ? 
Or  where  the  will  howe'er  so  bent 
But  by  the  power  of  women  lent — 
On  her  high,  holy  mission  sent, 

Finds  a  redeeming  clause  ? 


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But  what  shall  we  say  for  the  moral  status  of  those 
in  authority,  who,  for  the  paltry  sum  of  a  few  dollars 
added  to  the  coffers  of  a  city  treasury,  will    legalize 
the  crime  of  dealing  out  to  human  beings  potations  of 
distilled  death  and  swift  destruction  on   nearly  every 
street-corner,  and  flaunt  its  glaring,  high-handed  crimes 
even  under  the  shadows  of  the  sanctuary,  whose  chim 
ing  bells  and  stalwart  towers  proclaim,  "  Holiness  to  the 
Lord,  and  good  will  to  men."     Are   these   the  guardi 
ans  of  the  peace,  and  the  executors  of  the  municipal 
government?     For  what,   then,  is   there  to  hope  ?    Is 
the  government  in  the  hands  of  a  thoughtless  rabble 
on  election  days  ?  Where  are  the  vast  army  of  church 
members,  who    subscribe  in   their  tenets   of  faith  to 
orderliness  and  sobriety  ?     Where  are  the  myriads  of 
order-loving  citizens,  whose  ballot  should  be  cast  in 
favor  of  the  best  interests  of   the  people  at   large  ? 
Does  familiarity  with  crime  render  it  less  obnoxious  to 
them,  and  the  stench  of  its  filthiness  less  unsavory, 
that  they  roll   it  as  a  sweet  morsel  under  their  tongue, 
while  they  cry,  "A  little  more  sleep,  a  little  more  slum 
ber,  a  little  more  folding  of  the   hands  to  sleep,"  that 
they  may  withhold  their  hands  from  the   ballot  which 
shall  close  these  gates  of  hell,  and  the  entrance  to  the 
jaws  of  death  ?     When  God  shall  gather  up  his  jewels, 
how  hardly    shall    these    order-loving,    responsibility- 
shirking,  church-going  citizens  be  saved  ?    As  the  vast 
army  of  inebriates  pass  in  review  before   His  throne, 
will  not  the  Lord  of  the  harvest  of  tares   and  wheat 
say  to  unrighteous  voters  :   "  Inasmuch  as  ye  failed  to 
preserve  the  sanctity  of  your  high  trust,  and  save  these 
men,  by  your  ballot,  from  the  terrible  curse  which  has 
befallen  them,  ye  have  done  it  unto  me."  As  terrible  as 


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was  the  fate  that  befell  Sodom  and  Gomorrah,  shall  it 
not  be  "  more  tolerable  for  them  in  the  day  of  judg 
ment  than  for  these  ?  "  The  people  of  to-day  are  en 
lightened,  and  before  Heaven's  high  tribunal  they  can 
not  put  in  the  plea  of  ignorance.  The  influence  of 
the  earnest  prayers  and  executive  acting  of  high-minded, 
noble-hearted  women  have  closed  the  doors  of  thous 
ands  of  rum  shops  from  Maine  to  the  Pacific ;  and  the 
ballots  of  the  stronger  sex  have  opened  up  again  these 
infamous  sluice-ways  to  poverty,  shame,  and  an  igno 
minious  death.  What  is  the  result  ?  Riotous  excesses 
reel  their  putrescent  forms  where  thrift  and  happiness 
had  assumed  their  honored  sway ;  homes  are  laid  waste 
of  love  and  affection.  Drunkenness,  with  its  squalid 
train  of  crimes,  stalks  boldly  forth  to  cast  their  dark 
ening  shadows  on  the  horizon  of  our  beloved  land. 

There  is  more  potency  of  hell  in  spirituous  and 
malt  liquors  than  have  been  reserved  for  all  the  other 
forces  of  damnation  with  which  sin  has  sought  to  drag 
humanity  down  to  perdition.  Its  effects  are  to  cripple 
the  capacities  of  the  intellect,  palsy  the  powers  of  the 
soul  and  demoralize  the  functions  of  the  physical  sys 
tem.  It  transforms  the  image  of  God  in  man  into  a 
fiend,  and  imbrutes  those  who  indulge  in  its  hellish 
nectar.  According  to  the  census  of  the  Internal  Rev 
enue  Reports,  it  is  costing  our  people  a  yearly  expen 
diture  of  over  one  billion  five  hundred  million  dollars. 

It  is  making  yearly  one  hundred  and  thirty  thousand 
confirmed  drunkards. 

It  is  sending  yearly  about  one  hundred  and  fifty 
thousand  to  drunkard's  graves,  and  reducing  to  beg 
gary  two  hundred  thousand  children. 

It  is  sending  yearly  to  prison  one  hundred  thousand 
persons. 


Is  not  this  report  sufficient  to  engage  the  interest  of 
every  philanthropist,  and  secure  the  attention  of  every 
lover  of  humanity? 

The  drunkard  attempting  to  reform  is  fighting  a 
battle  such  as  only  a  god  might  expect  to  win. 

In  his  brighest  moments,  when  the  victory  seems 
nearly  won,  how  often  do  we  see  him,  like  the  sow  that 
was  washed,  return  to  his  wallowing  in  the  mire.  O 
young  man  !  as  you  value  happiness,  honor  and  man 
hood  ;  as  you  cherish  her  to  whom  you  have  given 
your  heart's  holiest  affections  ;  as  you  regard  the  mem 
ory  of  her  who  gave  you  birth,  and  by  your  hopes 
of  immortal  bliss,  forswear  thy  soul  against  the  intoxi 
cating  cup,  and  for  the  benefit  of  those  who  shall 
come  after  you,  swear  your  anathemas  forever  against 
it,  lest  it  shall  be  the  "  Bridge  of  Sighs ' '  over  which 
your  friends  shall  mourn  your  helpless  and  lost  con 
dition. 

Oh,  proud  and  exalted  man,  to  whom  the  govern 
ment  has  entrusted,  by  reason  of  the  ballot,  the  guar 
dianship  of  the  best  interests  of  the  country,  the  hap 
piness  of  the  people,  and  the  sanctity  of  the  domestic 
circle  :  if  the  righteous  shall  scarcely  be  saved,  how  can 
you  expect  to  escape  the  condemnation  of  Heaven  ? 
What  subterfuge  shall  have  power  to  hide  you  from 
the  condemning  judgment  of  your  own  soul,  in  the  day 
when  the  spirits  of  men  shall  stand  undressed  before 
the  tribunal  of  their  own  conscience,  and  the  searching 
eye  of  an  impartial  God  ? 


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Our  Country  as  it  Was  and  Is, 

In  the  primeval  morning  time, 

There  nature's  quiet  breast 
Lay  in  its  virgin  solitude, 

Unbroken  in  its  rest. 

And  no  response  from  woodman's  ax 
Was  heard  in  wood  or  glade, 

The  soil,  unbroken  by  the  plow, 
Or  by  the  gardener's  spade. 

The  hills  had  slept  in  quiet  mood 
The  glade  and  plains  among, 

No  clash  of  warrior's  arms  had  there 
Among  their  fastness  rung. 

The  birds,  in  sweetest,  softest  notes 

Their  melody  prolonged, 
The  Eagle  from  its  dizzy  height 

Shrieked  out  its  clarion  song. 

The  restive  bear  fawned  with  her  whelps 

In  playful,  sportive  glee, 
The  sighing  water's  virgin  breast 

Rolled  silvery  to  the  sea. 

The  Indian  roamed  in  stealthy  quest 
For  game  and  antlered  deer, 

While  not  a  thought  e're  stirred  his  breast 
That  savored  of  a  fear. 

The  prairies  with  sweet  incense  fanned 
The  early  morning  air, 


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The  daintiest  gifts  that  nature  planned 
Sent  up  their  voiceless  prayer. 

And  in  her  virgin  solitude 

She  wafted  o'er  the  seas, 
The  incense  of  her  flowery  plains 

On  pulses  of  the  breeze. 

Columbus  caught  the  cycling  wave 

By  inspiration  given, 
And  triumphed  o'er  contending  fate, 

And  made  our  shores  his  haven. 

The  van  of  Empires  set  its  sails 

Our  country  to  explore, 
And  plant  the  ensign  of  the  cross 

That  Indians  might  adore. 

Another  band  thereafter  came, 
They  were  of  sterling  worth. 

Yet  persecution  drove  them  from 
The  land  that  gave  them  birth. 

And  here  they  built  their  council  fires, 

On  Plymouth's  solid  rock  ; 
Religion  was  the  basic  law 

Of  that  illustrious  stock. 

The  holy  treaty — pledge  of  truth— 
By  Penn,  and  Indians  gi\vn. 

Was  like  unto  the  law  of  Faith 
Twixt  man  and  Courts  of  Heaven. 

The  sacred  pledge  inviolate, 
How  firm  the  treaty  stands, 

And  peace  and  friendship — heavenly  link- 
Was  monarch  in  the  land. 


One  hundred  years  !  stupendous  march, 
The  song  of  Freedom  sung, 

Since  honest  men  for  liberty, 
Broad-cast  their  ensign  swung. 

Then  came  the  conflicts,  carnage,  strife, 

Of  revolution  fame, 
Right  royally  was  then  acquired 

A  patriotic  name. — 

Theirs  was  a  purpose  grand  and  true, 

For  liberty  and  right, 
For  this,  they  sacrificed  their  homes, 

For  this,  they  dared  to  fight. 

For  this,  the  clarion  sound  of  war 
Rang  forth  with  accents  shrill, 

For  this,  the  roll  of  liberty 
Was  called  at  Bunker  Hill. 

For  this,  brave  Warren  fearless  fell 

In  battle's  hottest  strife, 
For  this,  the  noble  Captain  Hale 

Laid  down  a  hero's  life. 

For  this,  the  dreadful  Valley  Forge 

Lay  crimsoned  in  its  snow, 
And  blood  of  noble  patriots 

Did  copiously  flow. 

And  heroes  breakfasted  on  fares 

Such  as  a  beggar  scorns, 
For  this,  they  breasted  heat  and  cold, 

And  slept  in  sleet  and  storms. 


For  this,  the  women  also  toiled, 
Their  zeal  undimned  by  gloom, 


UNIVERSITY 


More  earnest  plied  the  busy  wheel, 
The  needle  and  the  loom. 

Their  little  ones  were  cradled  then, 

In  agony  and  fear, 
While  terror  chilled  each  mother's  heart, 

And  froze  the  starting  tear. 

But  liberty  their  efforts  crowned, 

And  valor  set  them  free  ; 
Long  live  the  memory  of  the  day 

When  they  destroyed  the  tea. 

Our  Country  in  its  rapid  growth, 

Full  populous  we  see, 
And  enterprises  ply  their  arts 

To  th'  music  of  the  free. 

Where  roamed  the  Indian  in  his  quest 
Through  glade  and  forest  wild, 

There  now  is  heard  the  song  of  mirth 
From  many  a  happy  child. 

And  where  prime  nature  sang  alone 

Her  symphonies  of  praise, 
There  now  is  heard  the  harmonies 

Of  nation's  tuneful  lays. 

And  in  our  Country's  amplitude 

She  offers  on  her  soil 
A  full,  a  free  and  lib'ral  home, 

Just  recompense  of  toil. 

The  mountain  fastnesses  reveal 
Their  stock  of  hoarded  gold, 

And  mines  of  vast  intrinsic  wealth 
Their  stores  to  us  unfold. 


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The  industries  set  up  their  art 

On  mountain  top  and  plain, 
And  faithful  nature  in  response 

Yields  up  her  golden  grain. 

We  have  in  the  mechanic's  skill 

The  sciences  combined, 
And  proofs  of  progress  of  the  age 

In  our  inventions  find. 

In  surgery  and  medicine 

We  rank  as  first  in  place, 
With  those  who  in  the  medic  skill 

The  art  of  science  grace. 

Our  press,  untrammeled  in  its  use, 
Has  grand  achievements  wrought, 

And  still  its  broad,  gigantic  power 
Dilates  the  world  of  thought. 

Our  commerce  traffics  on  all  seas, 

Its  boundaries  o'er  all  lands, 
Nations  with  admiration  see 

The  power  its  strength  commands. 

Steam  with  its  power  plies  on  the  wastes, 

Our  monarchs  of  the  main, 
And  subtile  air  comes  in  for  share 

Her  honors  to  maintain. 

And  men  seek  in  aerial  height 

A  power  to  gravitate 
Midway  between  the  heaven  and  earth 

In  equipoise  of  state. 

Our  railroads  span  from  shore  to  shore, 
While  lightning  binds  the  main, 


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And  Nations  evermore  will  sing 
For  Morse  his  proud  refrain. 

Our  cities  all  along  the  line 

With  manufactories  teem  ; 
Up  rise  our  church  spires,  lofty  domes, 

Inthroned  in  dazzling  sheen. 

And  schools  of  academic  art 

Now  grace  our  fair  domain ; 
The  East,  the  West,  the  North,  the  South, 

Join  in  the  loud  refrain — 

Of  wisdom,  excellence  and  love 

To  Him  who  from  on  high 
Doth  trace  each  Nation  in  its  reign, 

And  casts  its  final  die. 

The  harmonies  of  chiming  bells 

Proclaim  our  day  of  rest, 
Millions  of  earnest  worshipers 

Its  sanctity  has  blessed. 

Societies  of  Brotherhood 

Fraternal  clasp  the  hand, 
And  are  a  strong,  protecting  link 

Throughout  our  glorious  land. 

Their  temples  rise  in  lofty  towers, 

To  Solomon  date  back, 
For  charities  and  noble  deeds 

They  have  indeed  no  lack. 

Religions  here  from  Church  and  State 

Receive  a  sanction  wide, 
While  education  full  and  free 

Walks  stately  by  its  side. 


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Our  statesmen  have  been  men  of  mark, 
And  sterling,  strong,  and  true ; 

When  discord  shook  the  Ship  of  State, 
They  saw  her  safely  through. 

Our  clergy,  poets,  artisans, 
Distinction  have  acquired — 

Their  oratory,  song,  and  art, 
Scholastics  have  admired. 

Our  Washington,  and  Lincoln,  too, 

Bold  champions  of  right, 
Their  names  will  ever  thrill  the  pulse 

Of  Nations  with  delight. 

Our  jurists  have,  with  wisdom,  shown 
Their  knowledge  of  just  law, 

And  set  the  Constitution  right 
Wherein  it  had  a  flaw. 

Our  Army  and  our  Navy,  brave, 

Achieved  an  envious  fame, 
And  History's  eventful  page, 

Enrolls  each  gallant  name. 

Beneath  our  country's  pillared  fame 

A  serpent's  deadly  coil 
Lay  silent  in  our  Roll  of  State — 

A  monster  to  despoil. 

Its  circling,  grasping,  hideous  form 

Had  been  the  people's  pet ; 
'Twas  handled  with  the  softest  touch, 

A  Nation's  fears  beget. 

But  on  that  pyre  our  sacrifice, 
Undaunted,  undismayed, 


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By  North  and  South  most  precious  lives 
As  offerings  were  laid. 

Convulsions  shook,  like  Sinai, 

Our  country  and  its  pride, 
Ere  Justice  gave  the  final  stab, 

From  which  the  Monster  died. 

Our  soldiers'  Decoration  Day  ! 

We  spread  a  floral  pall 
Both  for  the  North  and  South  alike- 

Our  Country  lost  them  all. 

Here  let  us  bridge  the  chasm  o'er 

Of  fratricidal  strife, 
And  stronger  bind  the  welded  link* 

Which  guards  our  Nation's  life. 

Our  Country's  glorious  jubilee 
Throughout  the  welkin  rings  ; 

Imperial  powers  and  dynasties 
Their  off 'ring  to  us  brings, 

Historic  Independence  Hall, 
With  wide,  extended  courts, 

Makes  room  for  all  the  Governments, 
To  contrast  their  reports 

With  what  a  fair  Republic  's  gained, 
Since  Seventeen  Seventy-six. 

How  Progress  crowns  each  effort  made 
That 's  set  in  Freedom's  niche. 

Now,  Freedom  reigns  o'er  all  the  plains 
Throughout  this  vast  domain, 

*  Justice  and  Freedom. 


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The  forge  has  turned  to  pruning-hooks 
What  once  were  galling  chains. 

Our  flag  now  waves,  in  ampler  folds, 

In  every  land  and  sea — 
Midst  shot  and  shell  has  reigned  supreme, 

Ensign  of  liberty. 

Oh,  eagle  !  rise  on  loftiest  wings, 

Ring  forth  the  tuneful  lyre, 
Till  Freedom's  glorious  harmonies 

Each  nation  shall  inspire. 

Till  Liberty,  as  free  as  thought, 

In  equity  shall  reign, 
And  Truth  and  Science  build  a  forge 

To  weld  the  golden  chain.* 


Is  Man  Intrinsically  Evil? 

No!  In  silver-tongued  eloquence  comes  forth  the 
response  from  all  the  primal  elements  of  God's  crea 
tive  power,  lying  latent  or  in  active  operation  in  ani 
mate  or  in  inanimate  organism.  For,  as  in  the  pro 
gress  of  creation,  the  Great  Artificer  reviewing  each 
of  his  created  works  pronounced  them  "  very  good," 
who  shall  best  pass  judgment — the  clay  or  the  Potter 
who  fashioned  the  clay  ? 

Every  passion  of  man's  soul,  every  element  in  his 
organism,  every  impulse  in  his  nature,  is  as  pure  and 

*  Liberty  and  Equity. 


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holy  in  its  intrinsic  merit,  as  the    blush  that  painted 
its  first  kiss  on  the  primeval  morning  sky. 

Love  and  its  corresponding  demands  met  in  the 
gratification  of  its  indulgencies  are  the  crowning  glory 
of  the  essential  elements  of  humanity. 

And  the  mighty  Architect,  in  fitting  up  this  world 
for  the  habitation  of  man,  had  in  view  the  justice  of 
the  demands  in  physical  organism. 

And  creation  shows  how  beautifully,  harmoniously 
and  wisely  God  has  provided  for  their  adjustment 

We  are  so  fashioned  as  to  demand  and  relish  food, 
and  the  gratification  of  this  commandment  written 
upon  the  organism,  supplies  nutriment  for  human  con 
tinuance. 

We  love  water,  and  its  indulgence  aids  in  supplying 
the  fluids  of  the  system  and  in  promoting  the  general 
health.  We  love  air,  and  without  its  support  we  per 
ish  directly. 

We  love  the  light,  and  the  answering  of  the  requi 
sition  of  this  demand  unfolds  to  us  the  beauties  and 
harmonies  of  God's  created  works. 

We  enjoy  the  shady  night,  and  in  its  infoldment  we 
derive  that  recuperation  so  essential  to  sustain  the 
nervous  energies. 

We  are  sensitively  alive  to  the  delicious  fragrance 
and  enchanting  beauty  of  flowers,  and  in  gratifying 
this  passion  of  the  soul  our  habits  and  tastes  are 
lifted  up  through  the  sublime  to  the  artistic  decora 
tions  of  our  houses,  gardens  and  homes. 

We  love  the  opposite  sex  of  our  kind  ("  Male  and 
Female  created  He  them  '')  and  by  the  fulfillment  of  the 
commandment — irrevocably  written  in  humanity's 
soul,  and  stamped  upon  every  fiber  and  tissue  of  its 


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finely  and  delicately  attuned  organism,  arid  wastes 
and  fertile  plains  become  populous,  cities  rise  up  in 
magnificent  splendor  all  over  the  land,  industries,  arts 
and  science  flourish,  religion  receives  its  base  on  which 
to  build  its  sacerdotal  structure,  and  Heaven  itself  teems 
with  spiritual  intelligences,  having  come  up  through 
the  human  organism  in  fulfillment  of  the  first  com 
mandment  that  went  forth  to  man  upon  the  warm 
breath  of  Jehovah. 

While  I  recognize  the  justice  of  the  claims  of  all 
physical  demands,  I  would  have  their  clamorings  ascend 
the  scale  of  intelligence,  and  sanctified  by  the  oneness 
of  love,  sit  enshrined  amid  the  spiritual  and  intellect 
ual  regions  of  the  brain,  the  trio  acting  as  umpire  over 
head  and  heart. 

The  apparent  evil  and  misshapen  developments  of 
Humanity  are  the  results  of  the  misapplication  of  the 
footprints  of  Divinity  so  subtly  infused  into  the  in 
trinsic  essences  of  humanities  spiritual  and  physical 
organism. 

Sensibilities  of  pain,  apprehensible  through  our 
mental,  affectional  and  bodily  organism,  arouse  in  us 
the  elements  of  defense  and  of  self-preservation,  the 
misapplication  and  perversion  of  which  would  amount 
to  ostensible  antagonism  to  the  very  law  we  desire  to 
preserve,  and  men  would  become  unjustly  aggressive 
in  the  misappropriation  of  a  wise  benefaction.  And 
thus  it  is  to  be  seen,  man  is  not  naturally  evil :  he  is 
only  so  by  perversion  of  natural  laws. 

The  bridle  by  which  the  steed  of  human  impulse, 
passion,  inspiration  and  desire  may  be  properly  reined 
is  the  Mighty  Commander  of  the  universe,  and  no 
other  power  can  entirely  control  and  develop  the  hu- 


5° 

man  soul  and  marshal  all  its  capabilities  so  as  to  de 
velop  in  perfect  symmetry  the  beauty  of  its  intrinsic 
merit. 


Harmony  of  Spirit  and  Matter, 

The  harmony  of  human  souls  is  like  a  river,  whose 
perpetual  flow  winds  on  together  into  the  ultimate  sea 
of  each  one's  spirituality;  whose  terminus  is  the  ex- 
haustless  ocean  of  spiritualized  intellectuality  ;  whose 
fountain  is  the  fathomless  storehouse  of  infinity,  ren 
dered  capable  of  eternal  and  limitless  progression  by 
reason  of  the  constant  influx  of  the  centripetal  spirit, 
which  creates,  and  naught  can  destroy  ;  which  wills, 
and  revolving  worlds  obey  ;  which  looks,  and  foam 
ing  seas  become  as  gentle  as  a  rill ;  which  speaks,  and 
wondering  hosts  stand  still ;  at  whose  behest  stars  and 
planets  swell  the  glad  anthem  of  universal  praise  ; 
whose  echo  reverberates  through  all  the  vaults  of  heaven, 
and  sends  its  cadence  of  gladness  down  into  the  cheer 
less,  rayless,  sunless,  loveless  abyss  of  woe,  till  impris 
oned  souls  with  wonder  see  their  God,  and,  joining  in 
the  sweet  refrain,  own  "  Him  Lord  of  all."  Then 
shall  the  bridegroom  and  the  bride  be  indivisible  ;  then 
shall  the  "  lion  and  the  lamb  lie  down  together,"  and 
the  child  of  Truth  shall  lead  them  ;  then  shall  Universal 
Nature,  joining  with  the  morning  stars,  answer  back 
the  refrain  as  issued  from  the  mouth  of  Jehovah,  "  the 
mornings  and  the  evenings  of  the  eternity  of  ages  be 
hold  thy  works,  and  pronounce  them  very  good." 


Oh,  joy  inexpressible, 

Oh,  bliss  ineffable, 

Oh,  wondrous  love  divine. 

"  The  heavens  Thy  glory,  Lord,  declare — 
The  earth  Thy  works  proclaim," 

All  Nature  's  ruled  by  Thy  command, 
And  glorifies  Thy  name. 

Eternal  harmony  is  Thine, 

In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
Thy  home  's  throughout  the  realms  of  space, 

Thy  days — Eternity. 

Thou  fadest  not  by  length  of  years, 

Nor  yet  by  age  grows  old, 
All  time  with  Thee  is  as  '  twere  not — 

In  Thee  all  things  infold. 

Or  ever  worlds  began,  Thou  wert — 

Or  fade — Thou  still  shalt  be, 
Eternal  youth  is  Thine  abode — 

Thou  fill'st  immensity. 

Thy  chariot 's  the  universe 

Borne  on  the  wheels  of  time, 
Worlds  uncreate,  at  Thy  command, 

Wheel  quickly  into  line. 

From  out  the  vast  expanse  of  space 

Thou  dost  creation  bring, 
And  new-born  worlds  join  in  Thy  praise, 

Thou  Universal  King. 

Thy  holy  temple  's  far  beyond 
The  range  of  mortal  thought, 


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From  out  Thy  sanctuary,  Lord, 
Thou  hast  creation  brought. 

There,  in  that  fathomless  abyss, 

Thou  walkest,  Lord,  alone, 
And  whereso'er  creation  is — 

Thou  hast  set  up  Thy  throne. 

And  in  the  finite  realms  of  space, 

Each  grade  ascending  higher, 
Thou  hast  evolved  the  human  race 

Of  which  Thou  art  the  sire. 

His  heart  to  Thine  so  well  attuned, 

A  living,  thinking  lyre, 
Thou  canst  within  his  being  reign, 

Thou  dost  his  soul  inspire. 

Upon  his  brain  Thou  didst  reflect 

The  impress  of  Thy  thought, 
And  thus  within  man's  conscious  soul 

Thou  hast  Thyself  inwrought. 

• 

And  thus  through  organism  came 

The  seraphs  in  their  line, 
May  be  it  were  of  finer  mould 

That  stamped  them  more  divine. 

What  though  the  mould  were  coarse  or  fine, 

It  changeth  not  Thy  plan, 
Eternal  life  Thou  hast  inwrought 

Through  intellectual  man. 

In  his  formation  Thou  hast  found 

A  substance  near  akin, 
To  that  within  Thy  spotless  self, 

Free  from  the  taint  of  sin. 


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So  perfect  in  his  heart  attuned 

To  that  of  Thy  own  lyre, 
Thou  hast  in  him  an  essence  found 

Of  earth  't  is  something  higher. 

And  touched  by  Thy  magnetic  will 

Responsive  to  Thy  thought, 
Blending  within  his  finer  parts 

Thou  hast  Thyself  inwrought. 

How  wondrous  is  Thy  mighty  love 

In  all  Thy  works  displayed, 
In  tempest — in  the  tiny  flower, 

Thy  glory  is  arrayed. 

Oh  !  how  shall  man  attempt  to  scan 

The  wisdom  of  Thy  will, 
Whate'er  of  good  there  is — Thou  art — 

May  be  what  seemeth  ill. 

Or  erst  the  mind  can  comprehend 

Of  Thee  the  smallest  part, 
Thou  takest  up  Thy  blest  abode 

Within  the  human  heart. 

Unknown,  unseen,  yet  all  around, 

In  everything  Thou  art, 
Throughout  all  time,  throughout  all  space, 

Thou  art  the  greater  part. 

And  yet  so  subtle  is  Thy  power, 

Thy  essence  so  divine, 
Impossible  to  search  Thee  out, 

Thy  nature  to  define. 

The  pearly  dew-drop  is  Thy  tear, 
Thou  dost  descend  in  rain, 


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And  yet  to  find  Thy  biding-place 
Man  ever  must  complain. 

Thou  look'st  to  us  through  every  star, 

Thy  voice  is  in  the  rill, 
It  speaks  to  us  in  softest  tones, 

And  thunders  with  it  thrill. 

We  see  Thy  majesty  and  power 
In  worlds  revolving  round, 

In  everything  by  beauty  shaped 
Thy  loveliness  is  found. 

Thy  heart  of  tender  sympathy 
Pulsates  the  mortal  breast, 

And  entering  into  human  souls 
Gives  Thy  beloved  rest. 


HAS  REVELATION  CEASED  ? 

The  cadences  from  time  past,  the  inspiration  of  the 
present,  the  mutterings  and  golden  glimmerings  of  the 
future,  answer,  with  indisputable,  knowledge-laden 
tongues,  No  !  Great  as  may  have  been  the  ages  of  the 
past,  science,  with  its  imperial,  glittering  dawn  of  the 
present  unfolding  of  truth,  casting  its  aurora  high  o'er 
the  mountain  tops  of  a  false  theology,  and  into  the 
cavern-vaults  of  superstition,  responds,  there  cometh 
other  revelations,  whose  record  shall  be  greater  than 
that  which  time  has  rolled  back  on  the  scroll  of  the 
past. 


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The  pioneers  of  intellectual,  spiritual  and  moral  de 
velopment,  which  have  long  since  passed  into  the  eter 
nity  of  ages,  have  but  broken  up  the  fallow  ground  for 
a  greater  advancement,  wherein  is  hidden  the  more 
precious  germs  of  truth,  to  be  followed  again  by  those 
on  whom  the  dispensation  of  revelation  shall  have  dif 
fused  a  more  glorious  awakening.  The  tall  oaks  of 
superstition,  planted  by  the  hand  groping  in  darkness, 
still  grasping  after  light,  are,  one  by  one,  being  up 
rooted  by  the  flaming  sword  of  truth,  issuing  from  the 
Eden  of  divine  revelation.  Witchcraft  and  wiseacres 
have  been  supplanted  by  modern  intelligence.  The 
law  of  cause  and  effect  has  consigned  to  a  resurrec- 
tionless  tomb  the  superstitious  bigotry  of  the  ancients 
Intolerance  and  religious  persecutions  have  given  way 
to  a  liberal  and  consistent  faith;  while  God  the  Father, 
God  the  Son,  and  God  the  Holy  Ghost,  are  each  and 
all  closely  allied  to  humanity,  and  see  us  not  afar  off; 
neither  do  we  look  at  them  as  through  a  "  glass, 
darkly,"  but  behold  them  "  face  to  face,"  through  the 
marvellous  tissues  of  nature's  handy  works.  "  In  His 
own  image  created  He  man,  male  and  female  created 
He  them,"  and  the  life  or  spirit  which  they  inherit, 
came  it  not  from  the  breath  of  His  own  nostrils,  there 
by  having  created  humanity  as  heirship  to  a  most 
royal  knighthood,  of  which  God  the  Father  is  the 
Grand  Potentate,  and  of  which  each  and  every  member 
is  approximating  a  glorious  ultimatum  in  the  family  of 
God,  through  the  revelations  of  coming  ages.  God 
the  Father  (eternal  Spirit,  an-S  first  great  cause),  God 
the  Son  (as  manifested  in  humanity),  and  God  the 
Holy  Ghost  (the  soul's  sweet  Comforter),  must  forever 
remain  in  communion  together:  and  hence  revelations 


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from  Father  to  child  must  exist,  until,  in  the  culmina 
tion  of  ages,  they  shall  inherit  one  counsel-chamber 
together. 

The  laborers,  animate  and  inanimate,  are  bursting 
the  charnel  houses  wherein  are  imprisoned  famishing 
souls,  hungering  for  more  light ;  and  Revelation,  clad 
in  imperial  robes,  fresh  from  the  hand  of  the  Infinite, 
is  proclaiming,  "  Peace  on  earth,  and  good  will  to 


men." 


The  zephyrs  waft  the  glad  tidings  from  the  four 
winds  of  heaven.  The  gentle  dews  and  falling  rain, 
with  tears  of  sparkling  gladness,  tell  anew  the  revela 
tion  of  love.  Each  warbling  songster  is  but  a  heaven- 
ordained  minister,  having  received  the  rights  of  priest 
hood  to  sing  the  songs  of  universal  praise.  Each 
flower,  which  lifts  its  face  to  greet  the  morning  sun, 
tells  the  beneficence  of  that  power  which  creates  in 
love,  and  despoils  but  to  resurrect  in  greater  glory. 
Each  trembling  blade  of  grass  points  to  the  eternal 
dome  from  whence  naught  but  goodness  flows.  Each 
murmuring  brook  and  bejeweled  cascade  sigh  the 
requiem  of  a  somber-clad  priesthood,  and  welcome  in, 
as  they  wind  on  with  musical  flow  to  the  sea,  the  in 
coming  era  of  hope  and  intellectual  advancement,  in 
which  the  light  of  science  and  spirituality  unfold  the 
rich  developments  of  a  higher  revelation,  wherein  is 
seen  the  manifest  wisdom  of  that  universal  law  of 
love  which  creates  in  wondrous  harmony  the  mighty 
concourse  of  heavenly  worlds,  and  fits  them  up  as 
habitations  for  the  soul  on  which  the  signet  of  im 
mortality  has  been  stamped,  and  the  index-finger  of 
eternal  progression  has  affixed  its  seal.  "God  mani 
fest  in  the  fle.sh  "  is  seen  in  the  kindling  emotion  of 


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intellectuality,  as  it  radiates  the  sparkling  eye,  and 
reflects  itself  in  the  changing  countenance,  giving 
expression  to  the  language  of  thought  ere  the  lips  had 
fashioned  its  utterance.  In  acts  of  kindly  benevolence, 
which  give  words  of  cheer  to  the  disconsolate,  or 
smoothes  a  care  from  the  furrowed  brow  of  age,  or 
gives  encouragement  to  the  young  aspirant  as  he 
struggles  up  the  rocky  cliffs  in  his  pursuit  after  the 
golden  grain  scattered  here  and  there  from  the  ripened 
sheaves  of  a  more  advanced  harvest,  as  in  every  act 
of  devotion  in  which  the  developing  soul  seeks  after 
light  from  the  fountains  of  truth,  may  be  seen  God 
manifest  in  the  flesh.  It  is  not  necessary  to  go  to 
Jerusalem  to  receive  fresh  sources  of  inspiration  or 
revelation,  nor  yet  to  Mount  Horeb  or  Pisgah,  nor  to 
the  inner  temple,  where  rested  the  ark  of  the  cove 
nant,  in  which  were  deposited  the  tables  of  stone,  the 
commandments  of  the  Jewish  dispensation  ;  but  to 
that  inner  sanctuary  of  the  human  soul  wherein  the 
vulture's  eye  hath  not  seen  nor  the  lion's  whelps  trod 
den  ;  where  God  takes  up  his  habitation  with  human 
ity  ;  where  the  tables  are  ever  spread  in  the  living, 
pulsating  temple,  ready  to  receive  the  commandments 
and  dispensations  of  revelation  which  the  Omniscient 
is  ever  inscribing  upon  his  living  tablets.  Here  is  a 
higher  priesthood  than  was  Moses  or  Aaron,  a  priest 
hood  which  not  only  has  viewed  the  promised  land, 
but  has  fitted  it  up  for  our  habitation,  and  is  now 
journeying  with  us,  a  "pillar  of  cloud  by  day  and  a 
pillar  of  fire  by  night ";  and  He  will  surely  pass  with 
us  safely  through  the  Red  Sea  and  the  wilderness  of 
doubt,  making  sure  our  passport  to  the  summer  land, 
where  our  triumphant  souls  shall  bask  in  the  sunshine 


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of  eternal  truth,  and  our  feet  walk  the  fields  ever 
fresh  with  the  budding  blossoms,  whose  fruit  withereth 
not  nor  perisheth.  but  remains  an  eternal  inheritance 
for  the  healing  of  the  nations.  Should  time  complete 
its  rounds  of  evolutions,  and  the  scroll  of  its  record 
be  deposited  only  in  the  archives  of  eternity,  and 
there  should  be  no  more  day  nor  night ;  still  would  the 
dawning  day  of  new  and  perpetual  revelation  be  the 
light  before  which  all  present  luminaries  would  pale 
in  their  luster,  and  with  angel  hosts  ascribe  the  bright 
ness  of  everlasting  glory  to  Him  "  who  is  the  way,  the 
truth  and  the  life  "  ;  who  from  everlasting  to  everlast 
ing  is  the  ever-present  revelation  of  good-will  to  man. 
Every  ray  of  science  which  sends  its  divergent  flashes 
of  light  athwart  the  intellectual  sky,  giving  new 
sources  of  delight  to  the  enraptured  soul,  is  but  an 
other  revelation  from  Jehovah  sent  out  as  a  winged 
messenger  of  love  from  the  great  store-house  of  treas 
ures  resting  in  the  cabinet  of  Infinity,  every  one  of 
which  is  a  link  binding  man  more  closely  to  his  God. 

Through  revelation  we  clasp  hands  with  the  In 
finite  ;  and  as  a  child,  look  trustingly  and  reverently 
into  the  face  of  our  Father.  How  joyfully  we  trace 
His  footsteps  in  the  ages  of  the  past,  the  music  of  the 
spheres  having  kept  time  to  His  foot-falls. 

How  eagerly  we  grasp  the  hand  He  so  lovingly  ex 
tends,  and  through  communion  with  Him  as  mani 
fested  in  the  revelation  of  His  works,  hold  counsel 
with  cherubims  and  seraphims,  who  sung  their  anthems 
at  creation's  early  dawn.  Each  sea-shell  (cloistered  in 
ocean's  briny  depths)  has,  in  the  drapery  of  its  varie 
gated  colorings,  fresh  developments  of  a  wondrous  reve 
lation,  and  clearly  shows,  on  its  canvas-shell,  the  deli- 


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cate  tracings  of  an  unrivaled  Artist.  The  tiny  insect 
with  its  meager  thread  of  life,  artistically  and  success 
fully  building  up  its  temple  from  the  depths  of  ocean 
to  the  crest  of  its  billowy  wave,  is  but  planting  on 
coral  reef  another  expression  of  divine  revelation. 
The  mountains,  as  they  lift  their  formidable  heights, 
piercing  the  vaults  of  the  eternal  blue,  resting  their 
heads  on  the  bosom  of  the  sky,  as  if  to  approach 
nearer  to  the  counsel  chambers  of  Infinity,  that  they 
might  hear  the  more  secret  conclave  thereof,  are  but 
another  chapter,  in  which  is  penciled  by  the  finger  of 
Jehovah  the  teachings  of  his  incomparable  law.  The 
circling  rounds  of  ages  past  have  inscribed  on  their 
tablets  of  stone,  as  indelibly  as  were  the  command 
ments  on  the  mount,  the  history  of  their  record ;  and 
the  manifold  coverings  wove  in  the  loom  of  incalcula 
ble  ages,  wrapped  and  interlaced  over  and  around  the 
stony  frame-work  of  earth,  are  but  the  canvas  sheets, 
upon  whose  warp  and  woof  the  shuttle  of  time  has 
written  in  its  thread-work  the  outgoings  and  incom 
ings  of  the  footprints  of  Omnipotence  ;  until,  by  His 
munificent  power,  He  has  brought  order  out  of  chaos, 
and  has  caused  the  barren  rock  to  blossom  as  the  rose, 
and  the  "  Sons  of  God  to  shout  for  joy."  Great  and 
incomparable  as  He  is,  in  the  majesty  of  His  creation, 
and  in  the  manipulations  of  His  law  and  love  ;  still  He 
claims  kinship  to  earth,  and  to  the  inhabitants  thereof; 
holding  them  in  the  hollow  of  His  hand,  fanning  them 
with  the  breath  of  His  nostrils,  and  feeding  them  from 
His  sumptuous  spread  tables.  The  nations  lying  latent 
in  the  womb  of  future  ages  will  read  from  chapters  of 
earth  and  rock  our  record,  as  we  now  read  the  myste 
rious  history  of  the  peoples  which  have  preceded  us. 


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Herculaneum,  now  unveiling  herself  in  the  confines  of 
her  long  imprisoned  tomb,  is  but  giving  to  us  a  fresh 
revelation  of  the  wondrous  past;  and  the  cloistered 
womb  of  earth,  now  made  cavernous  by  the  miner's 
hand,  is  lifting  the  vail  from  the  temple  where  God  had 
hid  away  earth's  rarest  treasures.  So  science,  which 
is  but  another  name  for  revelation,  is  constantly  un 
folding  to  our  vision  the  mysteries  of  God's  marvelous 
storehouse  ;  until,  through  the  agency  of  revelation,  the 
trinity  of  intelligence,  (God,  man  and  angels)  shall  sit 
down  and  hold  sweet  counsel  together.  In  the  seeth 
ing  tempest  which  shakes  to  the  very  center  the  super 
structure  of  one's  being,  the  heart  lifts  its  complain 
ings  to  the  Infinite  ;  and  though  no  wail  may  escape 
the  compressed  lips,  yet  a  smothered  sigh  of  anguish 
pierces  the  vaults  of  Heaven,  unbars  the  tabernacle 
where  dwells  the  source  of  all  compassion,  and  angels, 
ever  in  sympathy  with  the  tender  heart  of  Jehovah, 
come  in  response  to  the  call,  which  binds  all  intelli 
gence  into  one  great  family  of  unity,  to  offer  min 
istrations  of  condolence,  and  impart  their  sustaining 
strength;  and  man,  linking  hands  with  the  angels,  is 
enabled  to  walk,  in  the  dignity  of  his  manhood,  up 
right  in  the  presence  of  his  God.  Though  the  tem 
pest  shall  howl  ever  so  fierce,  still,  behind  the  mutter- 
in  LT  thunders  of  a  frowning  Sinai,  watching  the  sway 
ing  tempest,  holding  in  His  hand  the  forked  lightning 
which  pierces  the  spirit,  sits  a  loving  Father,  directing 
the  storm  ;  and  in  the  deep  sea-soundings  of  the  soul, 
above  the  roar  of  the  tempest,  may  be  heard,  as  of 
yore,  the  "  Master's  "  voice,  bidding  the  storm  in  the 
heart  of  the  tempest-tossed  mariner,  "  be  still."  The 
roaring  cataract,  which  bears  the  spirit  down  to  the 


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whirlpool  of  despair,  hears  His  voice  ;  and  the  bil 
lowy  waves,  rearing  their  frowning  crests  mountain 
high,  behold  His  face,  and  in  abashment  backward  roll, 
and  pillow  themselves  on  the  sobbing  bosom  of  the 
deep.  The  winds,  rending  into  shreds  the  web-work 
of  the  soul,  see  the  divine  presence,  and  fold  them 
selves  in  the  shrouds  of  heaven  ;  while  the  nearly- 
wrecked  mariner,  loosed  from  his  moorings,  like  the 
gigantic  iceberg  of  the  North,  to  be  borne  down  to 
the  gulf-stream,  there  to  he  lapped  up  by  the  rays  of  a 
tropical  sun,  looks  trustingly  into  the  "  Master's  "  assur 
ing  face,  and  walks  the  swelling  breast  of  sorrow's 
wave  unharmed — secure  in  the  panoply  of  angels. 

A  saving  Christ  walks  the  wave  of  Gallilee  in  hu 
manity's  stricken  heart  to-day,  as  boldly  as  He  did  in 
the  days  of  a  sinking  Peter.  Moses  and  Elias  are  now 
in  as  close  proximity  to  earth  as  when  they  were  seen 
in  transfiguration  on  the  mount ;  and  God  spoke  not 
more  audibly  to  Adam  in  the  garden,  than  He  calls  to 
man  in  this,  the  nineteenth  century :  while  angels,  in 
their  divine  mission,  sent  out  by  the  Father,  walk  the 
earth,  clad  in  the  habiliments  of  men,  as  really  as  did 
the  three  with  whom  Abraham  conversed  ;  and  in  the 
prophetic  teachings  of  the  "  wise  men  "  of  to-day,  the 
expressions  of  divine  will  are  as  clearly  manifest  as 
they  were  in  the  earlier  revelations  given  to  John  on 
the  Isle  of  Patmos.  The  Pool  of  Siloam,  touched  by 
the  healing  virtues  of  the  Eternal,  is  as  efficacious  to 
cleanse  the  leprous  spots,  as  were  its  troubled  waters 
when  beholding  in  the  embodiment  of  man  that  power 
which  spake  the  dead  into  life,  and  caused  the  scales 
to  fall  from  eyes  hitherto  shut  out  from  the  light  of 
day. 


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ART. 

Art  is  the  achievement  and  development  of  the  con 
ceptions  of  the  imagination  which  the  ingenuity  of 
man  has  reduced  to  a  science  and  practice,  in  which 
are  found  symmetry  of  form,  elegance  of  proportion, 
and  the  perfection  of  beauty ;  the  key  of  which  is  held 
in  the  hand  of  Omnipotence,  who  alone  is  the  Master 
of  Art,  and  from  whom  all  its  devices  have  been  bor 
rowed.  The  schedules  from  which  men  draw  their 
designs  are  spread  out  on  earth  and  sky;  while  Infinity 
works  from  the  limitless  canvas-sheet  of  His  own 
imagery.  From  time  to  time  He  drops  a  link  to  earth, 
by  which  the  ingenious  Spirit  of  Art  unravels  the 
beauteous  mystery,  and  with  an  admiration  akin  to 
worship,  men  pause,  and  pay  profound  homage  to  that 
which  Jehovah  hath  touched.  He  distills  and  draws 
unto  Himself  by  the  magnetic  power  of  His  will  from 
the  subtle  principles  of  earth  and  air,  the  properties 
with  which  to  paint  the  sun-beam,  and  to  color  the 
rose.  The  gray  of  ocean  and  the  emerald  green  of 
forest  and  meadow-land  were  inwoven  by  the  chemical 
shuttle  of  Divine  Art.  The  pencil  and  brush  which 
decorates  with  multiplicity  of  pictures  the  plumage  of 
the  feathered  tribe,  are  wielded  by  Him  whose  good- 
m-^s  lets  not  a  sparrow  fall  to  the  ground  without  His 
notice.  The  landscape  of  hills,  plains,  mountains,  and 
valleys  were  sculptured  by  the  artistic  chisel  of  Inflex 
ible  Will.  A  place  for  the  rivers,  oceans,  and  seas  was 
inlaid  by  the  diamond  edge  of  thought,  while  their 
waters  were  made  soluble  by  the  kneading  of  God's 
plastic  hand.  The  Heavens  were  builded  in  their 


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UNIVERSITY 
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magnificent  splendor  by  the  architectural  design  of 
Supremacy,  and  their  ever-changing,  floating  drapery, 
tinted  with  unrivaled  colors,  weaving  themselves  into 
fantastic  shapes  and  forms,  was  the  study  of  Nature's 
Upholsterer.  The  conceptions  of  Raphael  and  the  wild 
imagery  of  Dore  were  but  the  felt  influences  upon  their 
sensitive  brains  of  a  reflection  of  the  electro-magnetic 
thought  of  God,  breathed  upon  their  souls  as  an  in 
spiration,  and  by  them  transferred  to  the  canvas  a  mere 
copy  of  Divine  Art. 

The  sublime  pictures  traced  by  the  poet's  fancy,  the 
dreams  of  Milton,  the  transition  of  Dante's  fervid  im 
aginings,  like  the  awful  scenes  portrayed  by  John  on 
the  Isle  of  Patmos,  were  but  emanations  from  God, 
with  which  they  had  come  en  rapport.  The  thought 
on  which  the  orator  takes  his  loftiest  flight,  clothing 
his  conceptions  with  figures  whose  touch  burns  into 
the  soul,  is  but  a  glimmer  of  an  expression  from  the 
endless  canvas-sheet  with  which  the  Almighty  wraps 
His  Majesty. 


Ill  Memory  of  H.  C,  Kibbe, 

Oh,  the  sad,  sad  hours  of  anguish, 

Which  rent  a  brother's  heart  with  woe, 

Oh.  the  galling  throes  of  sadness, 
Which  did  his  noble  soul  o'erflow. 

Crowded  around  his  earthly  vision 
Clouds  of  deadly,  darkest  hue, 

Blotting  out  each  ray  of  sun-light, 
From  his  spirit  vision's  view. 


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Hope  had  fled  from  out  its  mansion, 
Chased  away  by  trembling  fear, 

Angels  well  might  weep  with  pity 
O'er  his  sad  untimely  bier. 

When  the  poor  came  to  his  notice 
For  their  wants  he  freely  gave ; 

When  he  needed  consolation, 
Who  was  there  to  help  or  save  ? 

Happy  they  who  'scape  the  burdens 
Which  his  wearied  soul  had  known, 

Happy  they  around  whose  pathway 
Flowers  with  fewer  thorns  are  strewn, 

Judge  him  not,  oh  erring  mortals, 

Heaven  alone  his  jury  be ; 
God  discerns  the  secret  impulse, 

Men  the  outward  actions  see. 


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Dedicated  to 


Midst  the  darkness  and  gloom 
Which  encompass  our  way, 

'Tis  a  virtue  to  weep, 
'Tis  a  virtue  to  pray. 

'Tis  the  Lord,  who  marks  out 

Life's  devious  way, 
Through  the  darkness  of  night 

Riseth  the  brightness  of  day. 

And  so  through  the  darkness 
Which  now  circles  us  round, 

The  future  abundant 
Shall  in  glories  abound. 

For  the  night  must  be  dark 
E're  the  morning  appears, 

And  sheaves  of  the  harvest 

Crown  the  spring  time  of  tears. 

Our  sheaves  in  the  future 
Shall  be  rich  in  the  grain — 

Now  planted  in  sorrow, 
And  watered  with  pain. 

The  plow  share  of  sorrow 
Hath  its  furrows  deep  laid, 

While  the  harrow  of  anguish 
Hath  its  crevices  made. 

But  the  mold  shall  be  rich 
When  the  summer  appears, 


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And  yields  us  a  harvest 

The  sweet  fruitage  of  tears. 

If  the  soul  shall  be  purer 

For  this  harrowing  pain, 
We'll  write  in  the  ledger 

All  our  losses  as  gain. 

We'll  gather  some  jewel 

From  this  casket  of  woe, 
Whose  bright  Hashing  lusture 

Shall  all  others  out-glow. 

And  wear  it  emblazoned — 

A  coronet  rare, 
The  costliest  jewel 

Which  the  Lord  could  prepare. 

For  'tis  by'  this  treasure 

Two  hearts  are  as  one, 
And  the  Seraphs  in  heaven 

First  its  rhapsodies  sung. 

The  echo  came  floating 

Through  the  ether,  and  blue, 

So  that  mortals  might  sing 
Of  its  rhapsodies  too. 

And  our  souls  caught  the  fire 

Of  this  heavenly  strain, 
Ringing  out  from  the  chimes 

Which  the  Lord  doth  doth  ordain, 

And  an  echo's  returned 
To  the  archives  above, 


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That  poor  mortals  have  learned 
The  sweet  music  of  love. 

Then  ring  out  an  anthem — 

All  glory  and  praise, 
For  such  wondrous  crowning 

By  the  "Ancient  Of  Days." 

'Tis  true  by  these  graces 
We  are  subject  to  pain, 

Yet  I  would  not  its  joys, 
Nor  sorrows  disdain. 

I'd  bear  the  full  measure 
Whatever  it  might  be, 

That  the  Lord  of  the  harvest 
Sends  in  love  unto  me. 

Should  the  cup  be  rounded 
And  in  sorrow  o'erflow, 

Still  the  Lord  knoweth  best, 
How  His  mercies  to  show. 

Let  us  slaken  our  thirst 
At  the  foot  of  the  cross, 

For  'tis  here,  that  the  Lord 
Frees  the  Soul  from  its  dross. 


Faithful.    Dedicated  to  - 

In  hours  of  deepest  trial, 

And  midst  the  darkest  gloom, 

The  loyal  heart  remaineth  firm, 
Be  this,  or  that  the  doom. 

No  evenascent  blossom, 

Light  floating  in  the  air, 
And  borne  on  balmy  breezes 

Neath  Skies  both  clear  and  fair; 

But  in  the  soul's  deep  storehouse, 
Secured  from  mortal  gaze, 

There  lives  love's  hidden  treasure, 
Whose  worth  all  griefs  assuage. 

'Tis  decked  with  priceless  jewels, 

As  valuable  as  rare; 
Not  all  the  wealth  of  earthly  store 

Can  with  it's  worth  compare. 

It  pales  not  midst  life's  trials, 
But  steadfast,  firm  and  true, 

Grows  richer  in  its  blending, 
When  tinged  with  sorrow's  hue. 

Indeed  its  matchless  radiance 
Through  life's  most  fretful  storm, 

With  flashing  jewels  lights  the  gloom 
That  curtains  round  the  morn. 


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So  dear  one,  when  this  is  passed, 

This  peril,  and  this  gloom, 
From  out  the  ashes  of  the  past, 

Like  spirits  from  the  tomb — 

We'll  resurrect  a  happier  life, 
More  joyous,  and  more  fair, 

Less  frought  with  new-born  tendencies- 
Unsullied  by  despair. 

Then  sorrow's  poniard  pierce  the  soul, 

With  anguish  most  severe, 
'Twill  reproduce  abundant  joys, 

To  crown  each  coming  year. 


Press  Notices. 


"Cutting,"  l»y  Mrs.  P.  Annetta  I'«  •ckhum,  is  composed  of  a  series  of 
thoughtful  and  highly  mural  essays  and  ]>•),  ms.  Tin-  essay,  "\Vine  is  a  Mock 
er,"  is  one  of  the  most  eloquent  pleas  for  the  cause  of  temperance  we  have 
ever  read.—  [Nf-  /.-,'.  '•-/'  /»•/•/••  flfnt. 

"Cuttings,"  by  P.  Annetta  Peckham,  is  made  up  of  pieces  of  pros,  and 
verse,  in  which  the  thoughtful  reader  will  discover  considerable  literary 
merit.  It  contains  good  thoughts  happily  expressed.  —  [>'"/•  /•'/'//«•(>(-,,  Even 
ing  Bulletin. 

"Cuttings,"  by  P.  Annetta  Peckham,  are  well  condens<  -d   articles,  and 
show  it  mind  trained  to  logical  reasoning.     The  sentiments  illustrated 
the  highest  morality,  and  the  lessons  embodied  in  each  dissertation  are  such 
as  will  prove  the  nest  guides  to  human  rondu  -t.  and  will  be  a  most    valuable 
addition  to  any  family  library.  —  [Sew  Francisco  /•>,/,;,,,/  Post. 

"Cut;  •   Mrs.  P.  Annetta  IVekham.  are  all  liighly  moral  in  their 

ing*.     The}),,  ok  \\illbeavaluableaddition  to  any  family  library.  —  [>Vi/* 


"Cuttings,"  by  Mrs.  P.  Annetta  Peckham,  author  of   "Welded  Links," 
de  up  of  choice  selections  from  other  \\orks  by  the  same  author,  and  is 
a  real  little  jem.—  [  \\'<>,><ll<n«l  Ihilhj  1)>  mncrnt. 

Mrs.  P.  Annetta  Peckham,  author  of  "Cuttings"  is   favorably  km.wn  in 
the  literature  of  this  coast.     Both  the  tone  and   spirit  of  the  book  an  admir 
able,  and  should  be  read  by  all  who  wish   to   encourage  a  healthy   style    of 
tare,  and  lofty  habit  of  thought.—  (.  Visalia  Weekly  h>ltn. 

"Cutting."  by  P.  Annetta  Peckham,  are  a  variety  of  topics  treated  in 
a  masterly  manner,  showing  the  lady  to  be  a  close  student  of  humanity,  and 
ht\i:  .  -,.n.  ••  -pti.m  of  the  beaut  if  ul  in  nature.—  [-San  Bernardino 

. 


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"Cuttings"  is  the  apt  title  of  a  small  work  from  the  gifted  pen  of  Mrs. 
P.  Annetta  Peckham,  author  of  "Welded  Links,"  and  several  other  literary 
contributions.  The  "Cuttings"  can  not  be  called  scraps,  for  they  are  thor 
oughly  original,  albeit  in  character,  they  are  brieflets  upon  numerous  topics 
of  the  higher  realm,  evincing  considerable  genius,  and  finer  flame  in  their 
composition.—  [San  Jose  Daily  Mercury. 

"Cuttings"  is  a  new  book  full  of  the  progressive  spirit  of  the  age  to  read 
which  is  to  spend  an  enjoyable  hour.  A  variety  of  subjects  are  treated,  in 
all  of  which  are  seen  originality  of  thought  and  clearness  of  conception. 
Mrs.  Peckham  is  not  unknown  in  the  literary  world,  having  some  time  since 
successfully  launched  on  the  perilous  sea  of  literature  a  volume  of  poems 
entitled  "Welded  Links." — Los  Angeles  Evening  Express. 

"Cuttings, "  by  Mrs.  P.  Annetta  Peckham,  the  several  themes  which 
the  work  discusses  are  handled  with  a  freedom,  ease,  and  terseness  of  style 
rarely  equalled, — [Daily  Evening  Republican. 

"Cuttings, "  by  P.  Annetta  Peckham,  the  discriminations  of  light  and 
shade  with  which  the  various  topics  are  treated,  if  reduced  to  canvas  would 
grace  the  artistic  work  of  a  master's  brush.  It  is  a  live  book,  metaphysical 
in  character. — [Los  Angeles  Daily  Star. 


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